"shut up vampire jesus let me be a kid for once in my pathetic life"
Revenge shrugged. She didn't really understand what was happening, then offered another cup of tea to everybody.
“Oh I’ll take more thank you.” He said.
She refilled his cup. "There you go."
he grunts sits down and wipes out a dirty cloth as he wipes down his weapons
“Thank you M’lady.” He said.
Revenge cringed. "Uhm. Shade, try this."
She gave him her handkerchief. Or at least, one of her many.
She gave him her handkerchief. Or at least, one of her many.
"its just blood oil grease and gunpowder" he checks down the barrel of his unloaded and with safety on gun
“Or he could go back to snuggling with our target practice.”
Jarlen nodded.”I’m sure he’s content with his vile cloth.” He said.
Revenge giggled, then stopped herself immediately.
"oh im sorry miss i forgot how to turn after getting a torpedo to the face i didn't realize you were facing my direction"
“Bismarck, who’re you calling target practice?”
"Oh be quiet, all of you. This is a place to calm down, not cause new wars."
"im still not a british citizen anymore revenge" he sighs deflating being remembered of that fact
Revenge gave him a psychic pat as she refilled her own cup of tea.
he just keeps cleaning his weapons making sure his knives and swords were sharp and his guns were loaded with whatever ammo he still had
“I never really considered myself British either so.”
"morseo Scottish then british" he answered what considered she considered herself as he well he really didn't care anymore
"Interesting."
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