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    ❝   &. y’know, you better            be loaded, cuz’ it’s a            fuckin’ deathwish to            be runnin’ around the            desert unarmed.   ❞

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  She’d heard about the ghostly killjoy still kickin’ it in the zones, but to see him in the flesh(?) was a whole other deal.

“I think that’s a bit rich comin’ from the likes of you.”

  She glared at him, clutching her ray gun but knowing that if the dead-as-roadkill Kobra Kid could tell she was running on empty, anyone could.

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You know, meetings with Dracs usually aren’t as pleasant as visiting your old aunt for tea ( as if anyone still has aunts OR tea) but when you’re all by yourself and low on battery, it’s impossible to come off without a scratch. Val had plenty of scratches, if you will, that wouldn’t stop bleeding. He wasn’t far from Beta’s place when he managed to get away, and he knows that one way or the other, she can get him fixed up alright.

                             ❛ Surprise me, babe. ❜

She narrowed her eyes at him, “I can’t believe you.” From just looking at him it seemed, surprisingly, ray gun wounds were the least of Val’s problems. A small gash just above his eye bleed freely over his face, but it didn’t serve well enough to hide his smirk. Grudgingly she let him in, not liking how Val was limping through the doorway towards her basement. 

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“Pleasure, Beta Bomb.” He replies smoothly, taking her hand in his thankfully human, but gloved one. His skeletal face was always in a perpetual smile, so it didn’t bear repeating that’s what he was doing. Surreal was the perfect way to describe meeting Perro. Impossible, but small things happen, and your brain just…copes with it. Not with fear, but with acceptance. Like it was no big deal.

“Were you just out wandering? Or are you looking for something?”

“Everyone’s looking for something,” she answered airily, shrugging. She’d eased into the bizarreness of the current situation and accepted the new topic, returning to the somewhat spacey mood she had before running into Perro. Raising her eyebrows at him before pointing upwards, she grinned. “I was just following the ether, figured I’d run into something soon enough if it was mean’t to be.” She waggled the dead quail in her hand to prove her point, maybe she should preserve the body to keep forever. Or maybe just the feathers, it had been a while since Beta had eaten meat.

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