[GOOD MOOOOORNING, NAUTILUS!]
...ergh...
[Well, it's technically morning. It's almost five, so, yeah.]
[Oh, look! It's the friendly neighborhood Cajun in the North! Sitting beside a building... in an alley... holding his head as if last night was incredible but it really, really wasn't.]
agh... Je déteste cette ville...[It's becoming his
(
Read more... )
Comments 42
Reply
Met be kinda an understatement...
[He was KO'd while it was still light. Now it was dark with the dawn peaking up over the East. It's been... awhile.]
So... Dey catch 'im or... somethin'?
Reply
Why did you approach him?
Reply
[Shake of the head. Oh, erh, Nautilus, don't move like that. Okay, the world's back.]
He was actin' like he did somethin'. Tried ta get 'im ta talk an' he wouldn'. Drew a weapon on me.
What got inta him, anyway? Dey figure out what happened?
[... LOOK WHO'S OUT OF THE LOOP AND IS GOING TO BE LOOKING AT THE NETWORK WAY MORE OFTEN NOW.]
Reply
[Not a single thing you said there made any sense.]
You glitching?
Reply
... Why you a chat, homme?
[It sounded so innocent, too. Six really knocked the hell out of him.]
Reply
[Yup. Glitching.]
Because this City hates me. Not the point. What's wrong with you.
[Because that is a much better topic of conversation than...the furrification of Drift.]
Reply
[But yeah, okay, he's alright. Rubs the sore spot on the back of his head again.]
Got inta a tussle wit your green friend. Six.
He-... He hits pretty hard...
Reply
Uuuuh. Hi there.... Gambit. How's... your... head?
Reply
[Which is surprising. He'd expected Six to kill him by the way he was fighting. Oh well. He's not complaining.]
You alright?
Reply
Yeah, I'm fine! Just, ah, checking on... you.
[He's so bad at keeping a straight face.]
Reply
Lookin'... off...
[WHAT DID YOU DO.]
Reply
Leave a comment