03-27-2020, 04:16 PM
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— blake’s response had been underwhelming to say the least. not the kind of response that he had been looking for, that was for sure. the man was sure all he had been raised for was to be a fighting machine. mastery in all things combat was all he had to say for himself. raised on bullets, explosions, and gunfire, frederick was purely a man sculpted from war, for war. the dirty blonde pursed his lips, unimpressed with blake's snappy remark, before turning his gaze absently around the scene. and his eyes just happened to land on the man who wanted the least amount of attention. poor eddie just looked so comfortable where he stood. fred had to ruin it for him, didn’t he?
“eddie,” he called, pausing a moment before waving an arm. he grinned, so friendly it was hard to believe how much he hated the man’s guts. he beckoned for ed to come closer. “come here. bet i could beat you in a game, if you're up for it.” nothing like some innocent - "innocent" - competition to make things interesting. ed was just about the same level of kick-ass as him, if not more so -- but it was just like fred to bite off more than he could chew, wasn’t it? "we could put a wager on it too if you wanted to make things interesting."
— blake’s response had been underwhelming to say the least. not the kind of response that he had been looking for, that was for sure. the man was sure all he had been raised for was to be a fighting machine. mastery in all things combat was all he had to say for himself. raised on bullets, explosions, and gunfire, frederick was purely a man sculpted from war, for war. the dirty blonde pursed his lips, unimpressed with blake's snappy remark, before turning his gaze absently around the scene. and his eyes just happened to land on the man who wanted the least amount of attention. poor eddie just looked so comfortable where he stood. fred had to ruin it for him, didn’t he?
“eddie,” he called, pausing a moment before waving an arm. he grinned, so friendly it was hard to believe how much he hated the man’s guts. he beckoned for ed to come closer. “come here. bet i could beat you in a game, if you're up for it.” nothing like some innocent - "innocent" - competition to make things interesting. ed was just about the same level of kick-ass as him, if not more so -- but it was just like fred to bite off more than he could chew, wasn’t it? "we could put a wager on it too if you wanted to make things interesting."
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH