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After receiving Chris' last message, Kevin is allowed to leave that godforsaken treadmill and, after showering and changing, heads to the armory. Weapons. Oh yeaaaah.
Becky is poking around behind the counter, trying to find an appropriate-sized pair of grey coveralls. Kevin, however, is lovingly running his hands over the matte finish of his M24 Sniper Rifle, sitting on an ammo crate in his own grey coveralls and speaking lowly to himself as he looks it over. Completely enraptured and most probably trying to think of an appropriate name for her.
((Open to the STARS. Come getcher freakin' gear.))
Becky is poking around behind the counter, trying to find an appropriate-sized pair of grey coveralls. Kevin, however, is lovingly running his hands over the matte finish of his M24 Sniper Rifle, sitting on an ammo crate in his own grey coveralls and speaking lowly to himself as he looks it over. Completely enraptured and most probably trying to think of an appropriate name for her.
((Open to the STARS. Come getcher freakin' gear.))