07-08-2019, 04:28 PM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]Caustic's nose wrinkled from his place on a window ledge. Wasn't like the pair was being quiet- didn't even look like the idea of being discreet fell anywhere their little bubble. Doll.
Jesus Christ. Guess they were lucky the dogs wouldn't fuck them up unless they went in too far and touched shit that wasn't theirs, though at the rate they were going, he wouldn't be surprised if they did manage to singlehandedly ignore the obvious signs of people. Should've known people wouldn't get what the skulls on the fence meant.
Caustic made his way down the fire escape, jumping the last before the honeymooners ran into something they shouldn't. Namely the entirety of Los Santos when they didn't have permission, but if Caustic were in a position to be picky, he'd let the dogs find them. Get some entertainment out of it. Instead, odds were he'd have to see these people around. He'd rather deal with a hundred Volatiles all wounded at the same time.
"Wouldn't go too far in, unless you wanna lose a liter or two. Dogs don't really like trespassers." He pulled a piece of a twig out of the mesh of his shirt. "This is Los Santos. We got supplies- but unless you got something to trade for 'em, they're for members 'n joiners only." Caustic raised an expectant eyebrow, waiting for some kind of verdict to be reached between the two. Maybe they wouldn't even need to talk it over- wouldn't surprise him if they had some kinda creepy ass relationship telepathy going on.
Jesus Christ. Guess they were lucky the dogs wouldn't fuck them up unless they went in too far and touched shit that wasn't theirs, though at the rate they were going, he wouldn't be surprised if they did manage to singlehandedly ignore the obvious signs of people. Should've known people wouldn't get what the skulls on the fence meant.
Caustic made his way down the fire escape, jumping the last before the honeymooners ran into something they shouldn't. Namely the entirety of Los Santos when they didn't have permission, but if Caustic were in a position to be picky, he'd let the dogs find them. Get some entertainment out of it. Instead, odds were he'd have to see these people around. He'd rather deal with a hundred Volatiles all wounded at the same time.
"Wouldn't go too far in, unless you wanna lose a liter or two. Dogs don't really like trespassers." He pulled a piece of a twig out of the mesh of his shirt. "This is Los Santos. We got supplies- but unless you got something to trade for 'em, they're for members 'n joiners only." Caustic raised an expectant eyebrow, waiting for some kind of verdict to be reached between the two. Maybe they wouldn't even need to talk it over- wouldn't surprise him if they had some kinda creepy ass relationship telepathy going on.
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[div style="max-width:;font-size:15pt; font-family:impact; letter-spacing:1.1px; color:black; padding:10px"]I AM BOTH MAN AND BRIGADE
[div style="max-width:;font-size:15pt; font-family:impact; letter-spacing:1.1px; color:black; padding:10px"]I AM BOTH MAN AND BRIGADE