Under your skin

[str1fe]

By the time they departed from Anteros’ abode it was already dark. Strife teleported himself and Hermes down a few blocks on Santa Monica Blvd and pulled the unwilling Hermes by his hand along the pavement of a parking lot and off to the side of a 7-eleven convenience store where he dropped his hand to conjure a large forest green duffel bag.

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[ex_msg_ina_b653]

Hermes looked at the itmes and rasied an eyebrow.

"Why, under this gods-forsaken night sky, should I put these on?"

[str1fe]

He knitted his brow and frowned at Hermes as he slipped into his own white duster, and rolled a toboggan over his head. He asked why? Why????? Pfft! Silly Hermes! Strife proceeded to search the duffel bag for more items pulling out two white cowboy hats and two red bandanas and flung one of each toward Hermes.

There were only a few more items left to put on!

"We're going to be cowboys! It's gonna be so sweet! You're going to love this!"

[ex_msg_ina_b653]

"You look like an idiot..."

He pulled the Trench coat on, and put the hat on his head (minus the stupid toboggan.)

"Now, why are we going to be cowboys?"

[str1fe]

Reaching his hand back inside the duffle bag he slung a tanned leather holster with silver six shooter toward Hermes before he adjusted his own around his hips.

He glanced at himself in the reflection of the coca cola machine: "An idiot?"

He pouted: "I'm supposed to look like a cowboy!"

Tying the bandana around his neck loosely he noticed Hermes hadn't put his on yet: "Ummm---put your bandana up over your nose and mouth before we go inside cuz we are gonnna hold up this joint!"

"Then we are going to blow it," he said lifting the barrel of the gun toward his lips and blowing over it.