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"I'd advise you to speak up quick kid." came the deep rumble of none other than Fenrir, lit cigar poking out from between his pale lips. "We're not the friendliest here, we don't take nicely to fuckers who just want to be nuicanses." He finished, eyes narrowed in a condescending, yet mirthful manner as he looked onward. Studying everything on the newcomer before reaching behind himself to get a hold on his shotgun. Tucked safely into its holster.
He didn't dare pull it out. He didn't even keep his hand there. Dropppig it in favor of taking the cancer stick from his mouth to blow out what had been clogging his lungs. It was just a simple threat. It was needed with every joiner. A cold, metal ic taste of reality. Fenrir was fine giving him the right dosage.
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"I'd advise you to speak up quick kid." came the deep rumble of none other than Fenrir, lit cigar poking out from between his pale lips. "We're not the friendliest here, we don't take nicely to fuckers who just want to be nuicanses." He finished, eyes narrowed in a condescending, yet mirthful manner as he looked onward. Studying everything on the newcomer before reaching behind himself to get a hold on his shotgun. Tucked safely into its holster.
He didn't dare pull it out. He didn't even keep his hand there. Dropppig it in favor of taking the cancer stick from his mouth to blow out what had been clogging his lungs. It was just a simple threat. It was needed with every joiner. A cold, metal ic taste of reality. Fenrir was fine giving him the right dosage.
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[i] weapons expert - pet rott - ic opinions
[i] weapons expert - pet rott - ic opinions