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WHO: Tank Girl (grenadeball), Kelton (attackbackpack)
WHERE: Tank Girl's tank.
WHEN: November 22nd, afternoonly.
WARNINGS: Standard Tank Girl warnings apply.
SUMMARY: Kelton awkwards his way over to Tank Girl's tank to get schooled in the ways of music that does not suck.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Kelton was largely unsure what to make of Tank Girl. On one hand, offensive metaphors slung about were nothing new to him, given he had befriended people whose first language was probably abuse rather than English. On the other, he was still ill-prepared for her abruptness. But on the whole he couldn't help but be impressed by someone who said what they thought so openly, regardless of what others would think.
His trip over to find her tank was fraught with niggles of his signature self-consciousness, but he always managed to dispel them long enough to interact. Avoiding socialization was Sera's shtick, not his.
And hey, at least he didn't have to worry about whether it was the right place or not. It was a tank, and unless he had been severely misinformed, there weren't many of those lying about the City.
"... hey?" he called, scratching at the back of his head. "It's me. Um. Kelton, that is."
WHERE: Tank Girl's tank.
WHEN: November 22nd, afternoonly.
WARNINGS: Standard Tank Girl warnings apply.
SUMMARY: Kelton awkwards his way over to Tank Girl's tank to get schooled in the ways of music that does not suck.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Kelton was largely unsure what to make of Tank Girl. On one hand, offensive metaphors slung about were nothing new to him, given he had befriended people whose first language was probably abuse rather than English. On the other, he was still ill-prepared for her abruptness. But on the whole he couldn't help but be impressed by someone who said what they thought so openly, regardless of what others would think.
His trip over to find her tank was fraught with niggles of his signature self-consciousness, but he always managed to dispel them long enough to interact. Avoiding socialization was Sera's shtick, not his.
And hey, at least he didn't have to worry about whether it was the right place or not. It was a tank, and unless he had been severely misinformed, there weren't many of those lying about the City.
"... hey?" he called, scratching at the back of his head. "It's me. Um. Kelton, that is."