-Mime puts on a straight face and sits up. He takes a folding chair and slams it open and shut over and over again, eventually, dyed red bean paste starts to splatter from the folding chair and onto the floor. He points to the paste before pointing to himself again. With a silent sigh, he sits down on his own chair again.-
Deer-Mime stops to think for a moment. He uses his hands to form somethin that looks like a home, before making his hands flutter away violently, his arms spreading out to both sides of his body, forming a T shape. With a nervous, furrowed brow, he chuckles silently before walking away, his lips mimicing a whistle.-
-Mime jumps back at the sight of a skeleton. He backs away slowly, as if he was remembering something bad-
edited 1st Mar '12 3:00:16 PM by Tatsumar
Deer(shrugs) Eh, I'm kinda weaponless without my little baby anyway. My chopper, that is. Oh, how I love that little beast, able to level a skyscraper with one rocket... Eh, it's not like Alastor and his cronies want me to do so though. They prefer me to blow up smaller, "more important" buildings. Now where's the fun in that, damnit?
Oh right, I didn't introduce myself. Crimson Viper, the best damn pilot on this side of USA.

-Mime nods, walking over to the kitchen for a snack. As a precaution, he checks the stove to see if anything is burning before letting out a relived, yet silent sigh. He pulls out a sandwich from the fridge and checks the chair to see if it doesn't fold before sitting in it.-
Deer