09-09-2017, 11:05 PM
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[sub]weapons down? do i look like i've got any weapons? he wanted to ask, but by some stroke of luck he managed to hold his tongue. dumbass. perhaps wanting to insult someone right after he met them wasn't in his best interest, especially seeing as he needed to be allowed to stay, but he couldn't help it. it was just a part of his nature, he supposed, and became more amplified when he felt like he'd just been hit by a truck. "benji burkett. just...just call me burk or benji," he ground out, caught up in the soreness of his throat once again.
he hardly paid any attention to the dogs--benji definitely was not an animal person, and in his eyes paying attention to it would draw its attention to him, and then he'd have a dog, if not all three, all over him. yeah, not happening. so he carefully avoided glancing anywhere below the chest of the other, until the younger one came along. they were...a girl, he thought, but he wasn't sure. he offered a grateful smile to them, trying to keep up with the questions. "This is the only place I know about. The Northstar District, formerly called St. Peter's. It's supposed to be safe. And yes, some water...would be appreciated." It wasn't that he wasn't in a talking mood--though he was never in a talking mood, so that could be a reason as well--but speaking made it feel as though there were nails scratching angrily at the back of his throat.
//ic opinions, i'm sorry he's salty i love advay i swear
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he hardly paid any attention to the dogs--benji definitely was not an animal person, and in his eyes paying attention to it would draw its attention to him, and then he'd have a dog, if not all three, all over him. yeah, not happening. so he carefully avoided glancing anywhere below the chest of the other, until the younger one came along. they were...a girl, he thought, but he wasn't sure. he offered a grateful smile to them, trying to keep up with the questions. "This is the only place I know about. The Northstar District, formerly called St. Peter's. It's supposed to be safe. And yes, some water...would be appreciated." It wasn't that he wasn't in a talking mood--though he was never in a talking mood, so that could be a reason as well--but speaking made it feel as though there were nails scratching angrily at the back of his throat.
//ic opinions, i'm sorry he's salty i love advay i swear
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[spoiler=just sappy shit]greahound hacked into your profile to say she adores you and to have a great day
greahound hacked into your profile a second time to love on you more because grea loves you A FUCKING LOT[/spoiler]
[b][i]don't you know i'm tired
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[spoiler=just sappy shit]greahound hacked into your profile to say she adores you and to have a great day
greahound hacked into your profile a second time to love on you more because grea loves you A FUCKING LOT[/spoiler]