NOTTO DISU SHITTO AGEN [ CLOSED ]

[illiterage]

who ; illiterage y noblefive
what ; Two men walk into a bar; one man was so goddamn short he walked under it.
where ; The diveist dive in R06
when ; Pre-Potato event or whatever the fuck we're calling it now.
warning(s) ; Drinking and horribly misplaced flirtations

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[noblefive]

All Jorge really has to fill in his days are these self-appointed patrols, and even those are only marginally more entertaining than running laps around the makeshift Spartan compound. Usually things are quiet--unsurprising, given the size of the station compared to the population density--so when the smallest thing is out of place it stands out like a sore thumb.

Or like a maintenance droid booking it with an almost desperate sense of urgency toward a nearby bar.

Jorge leaned over and trapped it under one foot as it passed, the wheels grinding uselessly against the pavement, before he surreptitiously nudged it over onto it's side. With it out of the way until it's self-righting mechanisms kicked in, Jorge made his way over to the source of the droid's consternation and peeked his head in.

Well, that didn't look right.

"Vandalizing the staff, are we?"

[illiterage]

"Did you personal know the faceless abominations?"

Fenris asked tersely; his only physically reaction to the giant of a man's sudden appearance were his words alone. His mabari companion's low growl was alert enough.

But alas, Pickles the mabari has always been shit at the threatening act. The pony-sized beast sat up from his station at Fenris's feet and trotted open-jawed and drooling over to Jorge--who was very conveniently nose-to-crotch level. Fenris pulled another round down his throat while a service droid sparked and the dog got to know this intruder from the waist down.

"The dog did most of the heavy lifting."