"It'd be fun to shoot a round into his skull."
"not when its 4 times in one year in the end...you just get tired"
"You're right. And you're making it depressing."
"story of my friggin life"
"Bah, c'mon, be lively, you're in a bar."
"i nearly got shot in the face with an M32 rotary grenade launcher in a bar"
"...that's violent. I give up." She chugs a bottle she'd somehow retrieved from the counter and chugged it. Of course, she left money on the table.
"my main question is how he got it into the bar without raising a red flag i mean my sniper is easy to hide"
"...Hm..." She plops on the table, no longer paying attention.
pokes her with a random stick
"What..." She keeps her head on the table.
"your doing a me stahp"
"Nooo..."
he pokes her again
She turns her head. "Yes?"
"only im allowed to be depressed"
"I'm not depressed... just dru--"
She cuts herself off.
She cuts herself off.
"uh huh well im going to go avoid akagi now"
"Mhmmmppp..." She drifts of to sleep.
and he goes off on a hunt alone
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