"You know, perhaps it would be wise to undertake a project of some sort that you can use as a means to obtain a form of income so that you don't starve."
Guess who. Bentley only came over because he was a familiar face. "Merry Christmas."
"I ain't starvin'." All evidence to the contrary. "I don't exactly 'ave that many marketable skills. Unless you need someone taken' out. An' even then my guns a roight mess."
He frowned and stopped stuffing his face with lunchmeat.
'I could say I lack any conventional job experience as well. but my current project seems to suffice as employment enough for me to be able to support myself."
Leaning up, Bentley managed to grab a water bottle as he spoke. 'There's no way to fix your gun?"
"Guess I could start a shootin' range or somethin'. But I dunno how t' go about it." Sniper scratched the scar across his cheek as he thought about it.
"Think I got it mostly back together, but it needs t' be welded an' I don't 'ave any 'f that kind 'f equipment. Not t' mention I don't know how t' weld."
"Ya lost me. What's a dojo?" Sniper had no idea what that was, or how that related to shooting ranges in any way. He brightened up visibly when Bentley said he had welding experience, if there was one thing that the BLU wanted desperately, it was to have his gun back in his hands.
"That's be aces! I'd be a sight happier if I had my gun back. An' be able t' get my own smokes an' food instead of askin' Pyro whenever I get low."
"It's a place thatt generally focuses on close-range combat," Bentley explained, patiently enough to make it obvious he explained a lot...of course it was to a much simpler mind than the BLU so it was nice to be able to answer normally.
"Tell you what then. I'll give my location and I'll repair your gun, and when you find a suitable place to renovate you can let me know."
"Gotcha. That's roight nice 'f ya. I haven't even looked around here that much, been mostly stayin inside cos of th' cold. But soon as it stops snowin' you'll be th' first t' know."
"It's my pleasure. There's also a chance I'll be a customer if we can get you established." He understood the issues with the cold...being a turtle. He just couldn't afford to let it keep him indoors.
Guess who. Bentley only came over because he was a familiar face. "Merry Christmas."
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He frowned and stopped stuffing his face with lunchmeat.
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Leaning up, Bentley managed to grab a water bottle as he spoke. 'There's no way to fix your gun?"
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"Think I got it mostly back together, but it needs t' be welded an' I don't 'ave any 'f that kind 'f equipment. Not t' mention I don't know how t' weld."
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"But no shooting range. I have experience in setting up such things and in welding. Perhaps I can be of some assistance."
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"That's be aces! I'd be a sight happier if I had my gun back. An' be able t' get my own smokes an' food instead of askin' Pyro whenever I get low."
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"Tell you what then. I'll give my location and I'll repair your gun, and when you find a suitable place to renovate you can let me know."
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