[58] you'll never settle any of your scores

[buildstherobots]

[A joke. It had all been a goddamned joke.

He's left with a handful of clues that may or may not be worth anything, another death under his belt, trauma, and a ruined chain gun for a joke?! His regain adds insult to injury; having his own glasses and makeup is nice, but what he had to go through to get it? It's too much

Comments

C

[no_indoor_voice]

[JOIN THE DRUNKEN, STARING CLUB.]

Re: C

[buildstherobots]

What are you looking at?!

Re: C

[no_indoor_voice]

[There's a pause as Tybalt slowly seems to come to. He blinks and shakes his head.]

...I didn't even see you until you moved.

Re: C

[buildstherobots]

...Well you should have! Here I am, beautiful but bloody, and you don't even have the courtesy to notice?!

[There is no way to not piss him off right now.]

Re: C

[no_indoor_voice]

You're drunker'n'I am-

Re: C

[buildstherobots]

And quite on purpose!

Re: C

[no_indoor_voice]

[acidly]

You want a medal or something-

Re: C

[buildstherobots]

Shut up! It's none of your business!