he was dead silent staring off into space his arm covered and his sword on his back lost in his thoughts
Alea walked over to shade "nice sword, you a knight or something?"
"do you see me in plate mail?" he just looked at her like she just asked something stupid
*he soon handed rose the phone back waving at shade*
he just does a gesture with his hand that he heard them but didn't care enough to respond he was lost in his thoughts and sighs pulling out the gun with MW carved into its barrel
“And so what if it is? We’re allowed to have them here.” So she says, cleaning her own gun.
"someones having a bad day" She sighed and walked over to her own corner
"Better than my day." Theo seemed very nervous and on edge.
"Someones trying to kill you playboy?" She tossed her tanto up and down
Alea wrote:
"someones having a bad day" She sighed and walked over to her own corner
“That’s bloody well how Shade is all the time.”
"thats not a good way to live, why doesn't he find a hobby?"
Alea wrote:
"Someones trying to kill you playboy?" She tossed her tanto up and down
"No, just been feeling really off because I'm trying to go cold turkey from the antidepressants I ended up getting hooked on."
Alea wrote:
"thats not a good way to live, why doesn't he find a hobby?"
“Because like all soldiers, former or not, no matter the trauma, they all want to go back, but some can’t.”
"discharged and marked as dead i have no where to go back too"
"Poor guy, and playboy your doing a great job, ok?"
“He only does good until he pushes himself past the human limits.”
Alea wrote:
"Poor guy, and playboy your doing a great job, ok?"
"Thanks, and please call me Theo. I'm not a playboy like my dad was."
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