“That’s ok it’s sometimes rough to get to know it once more since it can be hard to learn”
Nolegs then rolls into the bar. "Hey guys."
looks over to nolegs, annoyed
"Oh. Hey Lance. Where the hell were you? The others were getting worried sick about you!"
(me as a person irl- on vacation)
"I was lookin for my guns."
"I was lookin for my guns."
(Makes sense-)
"Oh. Uh. Okay, if you insist. Also, Matt hasn't spoken in a while."
"Oh. Uh. Okay, if you insist. Also, Matt hasn't spoken in a while."
"why?"
"Well, i don't think it's comfortable to tell everyone here so, let's just take this outside."
"ok"
Cue Matt just tapping on the table. "Real quiet around here..."
walks up to matt still pointing a revolver at nolegs
Matt then sighed. "Lance. You can't shoot your teammate. That's friendly fire."
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I'm alright. Why did you ask?"
"you seem stressed. i should know"
"It's nothing, Lance. Alright? It's just been.. ugh, how should i say it?"
"It's been crappy."
"hm."
"What? Your here to make my day worse?"
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