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Post by Abram Dabra on Jan 10, 2014 17:06:09 GMT -8
"At the moment yeah. But don't get any funny ideas about robbing us sweater lumps. Me and the kid are totally able to defend what is ours."
Which was mostly junk. A lot of junk. Summers was around somewhere too. But he kind of came and went.
"And what do you think we are doing out here? Can't you tell this is a business."
He pointed to the sign. And she had heard them arguing about where he put his tools!
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Post by Daruma Doll~ on Jan 13, 2014 16:21:24 GMT -8
Chihiro put her hands up in a 'I come in peace' gesture, the faintest of smirks dancing on her lips.
"Relax, hothead, I don't want your...merchandise."
She took a look around the place. It looked like a whole lot of junk. Nothing shiny or golden or overly valuable to be seen...but perhaps they wanted it that way. Or perhaps they were just crazy. There were a lot of crazy people in the outlands.
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Post by Abram Dabra on Jan 13, 2014 16:31:58 GMT -8
His eyes narrowed behind his mask as he watched her. He didn't trust Tits McGee as far as he could throw her. And judging from the size of her milk mounds that wasn't far. But hell if he wouldn't enjoy giving it the old college try. It may look like junk but in their skilled hands this stuff was better than gold.
"So what do you want anyways? Come to hire me for my special talents?"
He asked leaning in, inching closer to her rack. His face splitting into a perverted grin.
"Not that I can blame you if you did Sweet Meat. I'm legendary."
In Arizona.
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Post by Daruma Doll~ on Jan 13, 2014 18:17:19 GMT -8
This shorty was getting too close to her...goods. She could hear the grin behind the reflective glass. She placed her palm against his helmet, pushing him arms length away.
"Hardly."
Why was she wasting her time here, again?
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Post by Abram Dabra on Jan 13, 2014 18:28:26 GMT -8
"What!?"
He jumped up and flailed! Partly surprised and partly insulted. He was a major stone cold badass and anyone who said otherwise was stupid and lying! That was the straight up truth.
"Stop yanking my chain doll. You've had to have heard of The Punk, The Demon of the Wasteland, The Technomancer."
Any of those ring a bell?
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Post by Daruma Doll~ on Jan 13, 2014 18:31:15 GMT -8
Chihiro blinked a couple times at the excitable robot, and then frowned. "Mmm...no."What a sad, strange little man.
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Post by Abram Dabra on Jan 13, 2014 19:41:41 GMT -8
The punk sighed and slumped his shoulders. He supposed the desert was a big place to travel. Word must not have spread this far yet. But all was not lost! He had some ways of demonstrating what a straight up badass he was though! With a snap of his fingers he had an idea.
"Alright baby cake. Follow me and I'll show you something sweet."
And he made his way into the mechanic's shop and pulled out a large wooden crate. Dragging it outside all the while giggling to himself. Picturing how impressed she will be with this display of his manhood and then how she will probably throw herself to the ground before him. It was gonna be sweet! Opening the box once they were outside it was filled with various fireworks and fuses!
"Alright Doll. Pick up one of those fireworks and light it."
He rummaged through his pockets to pull out a lighter.
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