uh huh.. (arms crossed over chest. gears clearly turning in mind. hmm.) tell ya this, y' can borrow 'im.. but y' gettin' your own ammo. better bring 'im back when ya done.
﹙ wired edge was usually painted crimson——for now, precisely neat. a smug smirk. ﹚ ׅׅ only when my unlimited charm ’n steel——made nuts don’t grant me a less 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑦 way outta this.