In the car, Osvald is putting his hands around Liman's ears, who is sitting in his laps fiddling with an open panel on the robot dog's face.
"Little guelder rose, guelder rose of mine in the garden, raspberry, little raspberry of mine...", he quietly hummed along as he looked back towards the conversation at hand.
всегда веренSix: Funnily enough, "spartan" is exactly the word to describe it.
I don't really remember much of the days before I signed on. But I spent the time after alternating between classroom lessons on the basics - sort of like school - and training exercises. Some of them were abstract drills oriented around concrete objectives, others were full on combat training exercises.
I remember a few where we had to fight fully armed and equipped Marines. They had actual firearms, with stun rounds loaded. We had the clothes on our backs.
We never lost.
edited 21st Aug '16 7:52:54 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Inside the vehicle Osvald has let go of Liman and looking back over his shoulders, grinning under the mask and looking at the two. Liman is beside him, curiously peering through the window at Roy and Asmodeus. Kakadu has a camera up behind her shoulders, looking at the scenes unfolding.
edited 21st Aug '16 7:53:05 PM by f1r3lemon
всегда верен-*It's an AR based holoscreen browsing the internet.*
-*Now while we would love to describe the lewds, we can't. All we could say is that Roy's mind gonna get more tainted, not to a mind-breaking extent like with Hastur.*
Roy: "...Huh, that's facinatin'...." *Faces turn red.*
"...and spicy."
edited 21st Aug '16 7:58:37 PM by MrKirb

Six: It most certainly does.
...
...Come here often?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."