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[sonotzack]

Huh. Always did wonder what it was like t' be SOLDIER. But sweet Bahamut's ass ev'rything's bright. Like... 'could someone turn down th' sun' bright. Don't mind th' rest though. Kinda nice t' try this shit out without stayin' forever.

Also, your clothes are a fucking pain, Strife. You got anything that doesn't have waaaaay to many straps?

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[clockedoutearly]

You'll get used to it, no, and touch anything on my body and die.

I mean it, Reno.

[sonotzack]

Wouldn' want it t' be, yo.

[sonotzack]

An' I found it online. You like?

[clockedoutearly]

No, I don't. For the love of Gaia, remove it.

[sonotzack]

Come on, lighten up, Strife. It ain't like 'sgonna kill you t' have an amusin' icon 'r two.

[clockedoutearly]

Shut up, Reno.

[sonotzack]

Since when've you know me t' actually be quiet?

[clockedoutearly]

Fine. I'll quiet you myself. Don't move.

[sonotzack]

You sure you wanna do that? 'Cause I've got this giant bar of metal that might convince you otherwise.

[clockedoutearly]

I doubt you know how to use it.

[sonotzack]

It's a giant fucking bar of metal. I don't need t' be good at usin' it.

[clockedoutearly]

She doesn't work that way. You'll end up hurting yourself. Or Rude.

[sonotzack]

She. You've assigned a gender... to a bar of metal.

Congratulations, Strife, you're more fucked up than I thought.

[clockedoutearly]

It's no different than naming your car or bike.

[sonotzack]

Speakin' of bikes, I think I could get t' like yours.

[clockedoutearly]

...Don't. Touch. My things.