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[blacklegcook]

Who: Sanji & Samus | Anyone else who wants to jump in~
Where: Tunnels
Style: Whatever you're comfortable with. :3
Status: Open | Takes place after This (backdated to tunnel event)

[Sanji is patting himself down, trying to get all the shitty dirt out of his clothes & hair. Each step he takes has a pronounced limp to them; one he's ignoring.]Tch

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[blacklegcook]

[The sound of Samus's approach has him alert; he winches through the pain as he takes a defensive stance once he sees...it?]

...Who or what the hell are you?

[blacklegcook]

[Gives 'it' a cautious look a moment longer, the thing had some kind of shitty canon after all.]

Oi, that doesn't exactly answer my question.

[blacklegcook]

[Not the answer he'd like. His defensive stance doesn't falter, despite the minor pain it caused him.]

Oh? Do you have any specific bounties in mind?

[blacklegcook]

[Space Pirate? That was a new one, she didn't seem to recognize him, probably thanks to that shitty bad photo they made. Plan: Keep identity to himself, just in case.]

I see. Is that why you're down here in these shitty tunnels?

[blacklegcook]

Ah. I didn't feel like falling down here either, so I guess we're both in the same shitty situation.

[rolls the cigarette between fingers]

I can't go back the way I came, the soil's too loose to climb so I've been following where the wind blows the smoke.

[blacklegcook]

Traps? Tch...That means there might be more no matter which way we go.

[peers down the last tunnel trying to see if he can make out anything, but it was too dim to see.]

Well...Nothing else we can do for now. You first.

[cause like hell he was trusting some 'thing' with a cannon at his back.]

[blacklegcook]

[was going to ask why 'it' stopped until he heard what Samus said.]

M-Millipedes?!

[he's trying very hard not to panic and look like a complete fool. It doesn't go very well considering he stumbles into her back (he was so not hiding behind her that's just total lies)]

SHOOT THE LITTLE SHITS ANYWAY!

[shit..had he said that outloud?]

[blacklegcook]

[Eyes bulge and he's backpedaling as fast as possible, and promptly trips onto the ground. Ignores the way he jarred his leg and points an accusing fingers at the little bastards.]

NO!! Those things need to be destroyed!! They're disgusting and vile and [shudders]

I hate shitty bugs!!