"God, fuck yes. You're a saint." She said, taking one cigarette and looking around. She took one more look around her shoulder before placing the cigarette in her mouth and snapping her fingers, the smell of electricity filling the air as she took a long drag off of it.
"I owe you for that, thanks."
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Well, Azzie-
-Somehow, on Solo Nobre, a planet where entertainment is hoarded-
-You've gotten a copy of Terminator-
-Pretty damn impressive-
-And for someone who was egging Suzu about how being promiscuous is wrong, Six is... somewhat flustered and awkward as soon as you walk in, Az-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."In the bar, Lars is sitting on the bar with a few bills of local currency, looking for Safira as he looks around the bar with his mask off.
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Six: -to Azzie- ...Huh.
Never woulda guessed.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."