[They're two smart and attractive dudes, they can figure something out, let's break the laws of physics and tdms. It's f i n e.]
A day's ride? Yeah, fuck, that filled in a buncha questions there.
[The ship may have been kind of a patch-job junk heap after 100 years but it was their patch job junk heap. Now he has to make do with whatever this is. And worst of, he doesn't even have magic to supplement any shitty conditions. This guy mentions something heaters and one of his hands starts to reach for the component pouch on his hip before he remembers it won't do fuck all. This sucks! This super sucks!
He gets pulled out of it by the yell, rolling his eyes abjectly that direction and giving a flip of his wrist that way to literally brush whoever it is off.]
They live with monsters next door enough to hand out pamphlets and no one can handle a dude-sized raccoon? Weak. Also, they're the ones who picked to live here, not me. Wouldn't've chosen the beach that beats the shit outta me, I'll tell you that, it doesn't spell cozy!
[He's slipping from 'scared' into a more comfortable coat, called 'pissy'. At least this guy's accommodating.]
Look, just bring me somewhere where I can eat something that's not my own arm and no one will greet me with a shotgun because today's been a lot, my man.
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A day's ride? Yeah, fuck, that filled in a buncha questions there.
[The ship may have been kind of a patch-job junk heap after 100 years but it was their patch job junk heap. Now he has to make do with whatever this is. And worst of, he doesn't even have magic to supplement any shitty conditions. This guy mentions something heaters and one of his hands starts to reach for the component pouch on his hip before he remembers it won't do fuck all. This sucks! This super sucks!
He gets pulled out of it by the yell, rolling his eyes abjectly that direction and giving a flip of his wrist that way to literally brush whoever it is off.]
They live with monsters next door enough to hand out pamphlets and no one can handle a dude-sized raccoon? Weak. Also, they're the ones who picked to live here, not me. Wouldn't've chosen the beach that beats the shit outta me, I'll tell you that, it doesn't spell cozy!
[He's slipping from 'scared' into a more comfortable coat, called 'pissy'. At least this guy's accommodating.]
Look, just bring me somewhere where I can eat something that's not my own arm and no one will greet me with a shotgun because today's been a lot, my man.