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"Yup-yup. U-110 patrols the couch cushions as a good little submarine should."

"It's just a couch. What's the worse that can happen?" Peanut then sat on the couch.

"Raaawr, dive dive diiiiive!" U-110 does her best imitation of a submarine's dive klaxon, and sinks down into the couch cushions, with only the fin-shaped tuft in her hair visible.

“Someone pisses off Indra so she tosses the couch?”

“Oh come on! I’d never!….Okay, I would! But that’s not the point!”

"When since someone gets pissed off over a couch?" Peanut said, mildly confused about that.

"i mean i slammed one into someones head"

"What the hell? Where'd you come from?" Peanut said, jumping off from the couch.

"i've been here in this booth still filled with bullet holes and cross shaped burns"

"Well, you did give me quite a fright right here. Anyway i had a postmail to here so i'd thought i deliver it here and hang out for a while."

"k ill keep sitting here and hope i bleed out"

"Why would you sit here and just bleed out?"

Zina walked over an looked at shade "smells like death, you good bro?" being Zina, the girl would look disinterested

"dying...i think"

"well want me to get some apple sauce for you?"

"Besides, I kinda need a break from those bandits. I kept getting beat up by them that i forgot to use my red potion which gives extra defense and my shield which blocks attacks." Peanut sighed, as one bandage fell off. The wounds on him is healing after him getting beat up.

“Wanna find out, you bastard?!” Of course, Indra was joking……but it’s hard to tell.

"Sure, I'd love to." Peanut wasn't joking for real.

he had what the hell look on his face along with a "what the f" is wrong with you

Peanut shrugged at Shade. "What can i say? I die hard!"