[Bitterly.]
Crew over cattle.
Let her kill them all. Or maybe they'll fuckin' succeed. Doesn't affect us one bit, does it? We'll just get a new boatload'n take them to the Shore, same as fuckin' always.
Fuck this shit, Pan, you got your girl outta Carni, eh? Let Xamira wander around. I don't fuckin' care.
[/Locked to CrewYeah, go on. Burn her
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Well, uh...
[He's smiling like an idiot, arm frozen half way between the table and his actually taking a sip.]
Well, I asked her out...
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[Kage returns the smile, a shit-eating grin on his own face. He reaches over and slaps Chase's shoulder proudly.]
Bashah!
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Yeah...
[...and doesn't mention that, hey, they haven't really done much of anything yet.]
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That tends to affect a person.]
Good. Treat 'er, right, eh? Or I'll come'n kick your ass.
[Kage sips again at his drink, giving Chase an affectionate ruffle of the hair with his free hand.]
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[He snickers and shakes his head, reminiscing about their first meeting - in which he got his ass completely handed to him at laser tag. Who knew what else she was good at. Not to mention she could kick his ass intellectually (though that probably wasn't saying much)...]
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[Kage's grin grows wider and his tone even more approving.]
Bashah. Women who're fierce're the best kind, eh?
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[On this note, he takes a long sip of vodka to stop himself from grinning like a complete idiot.]
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[Kage is honestly proud, honestly happy for Chase. The blonde gets another shoulder slap and Kage clumsily pours more vodka into Chase's cup.]
For your trouble.
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