Those rp partners who can take a rp from this:
to this in less than a hundred notes:
I'm sorry, mother…
I’m sorry, I let you down
Well, these days I’m fine
No these days
( I tend to ｌｉｅ)
"Oh~! Why thank yoouu~! I am rather proud of them and adore them so~. You flatter me."
"Being a massive Tease? Check."
"Being an asshole? Check."
"Generally being a little shit and a creep? Check~."
"And I’m not sorry at all."
"Strider, we’ve known each other how long? I’m well aware it was more than once at least, and the amount of fucks I give are zero. You’re an ass man. Not gonna hold that against you, dude.”
Bro stared for a manner of seconds, bottom lip quivering and lip perking up slightly before he found himself unable to contain a fit of laughter himself. What a couple of dorks these two were.
"Hahaha! C’mon, there was no way I couldn’t say somethin’ like that, Darck. I’ve got an appreciation for that fine ass of yours, that’s all I need.
"Hah! More like appreciation for a fine ass in general~. Hey, With my line of work, the acrobatics I use and constantly working out, I’d probably have a great ass~. It’s only natural."
Now she was just teasing him and being a little shit. Then again, it was true. She had to stay in top shape for what she did all the time. Quick reflexes, strong body. even without the vampiric improvements, one had to keep a body in top condition.
"Hey - if that thing’s runnin’ around here stealing stuff, I don’t want it getting any stronger. Besides, it rains a lot here - tracking it in this place is gonna be more than just a one-person job." He shrugged. Running around shooting stuff was practically his job description at this point, anyway.
Daxter froze and gulped. “Ya really think so?”
Alright, considering he was willing to jump all in, she went ahead and gave a real smile. Not creepy or ominous. “Thanks, Jak. That means a lot. I’ll owe you one. You too, Daxter. And yes, I do think so.” With a chuckle, she reached over and ruffled Daxter’s ears a tad. “If what you say is true, then we’ve only got a limited time while the trail is fresh, before resorting to other methods. Hopefully it doesn’t make friends with local beasts or people with common interests in power.”
Now was when she reached inside her jacket, removing a small and funny looking gun, compared to what was usually used. Just a hand gun, and she changed out the ammunition, flipping one clip into one of her many pockets, and then spinning out a different colored one, a new type. “There we go. Small explosive rounds rather than the bigger boom. Just in case. Well then, shall we?”
ironicisttestified said: What the hell is with these anons, may I ask?
"Welcome to the hell of my random anons."
"Pfft. Why the hell not."
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