[ wolfwood tucks his stubbed-out cigarette into his suit jacket pocket-- presumably to relight later, rather than out of any concern of leaving a mess. a2 doesn't seem to buy into his bullshit, but she doesn't call him on it, either. that suits him fine. he needs fewer nosy people in his life. ]
I'unno what there is to practice for, but... yeah, s'pose that's what I'm here for. [ he wraps his arm around an oversized metal cross that neatly blends in with the wall it's leaned up against, and finally approaches a2, machinery in tow. it clunks noisily as he lets the butt of it hit the ground-- disrespectful-- and up close like this, it's a little more obvious that it's some sort of machine gun. emphasis on little. the shape is atypical even where he comes from. ]
I ain't got a sword though. Just this. Wish I had one'a those anti-whatevers for it, 's a pain in the ass to carry around.
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[ wolfwood tucks his stubbed-out cigarette into his suit jacket pocket-- presumably to relight later, rather than out of any concern of leaving a mess. a2 doesn't seem to buy into his bullshit, but she doesn't call him on it, either. that suits him fine. he needs fewer nosy people in his life. ]
I'unno what there is to practice for, but... yeah, s'pose that's what I'm here for. [ he wraps his arm around an oversized metal cross that neatly blends in with the wall it's leaned up against, and finally approaches a2, machinery in tow. it clunks noisily as he lets the butt of it hit the ground-- disrespectful-- and up close like this, it's a little more obvious that it's some sort of machine gun. emphasis on little. the shape is atypical even where he comes from. ]
I ain't got a sword though. Just this. Wish I had one'a those anti-whatevers for it, 's a pain in the ass to carry around.