Inconvenient, really, horribly inconvenient. Frankly, you blame the use of knives- you only started practicing with them in combat in a trade with your Spades that heâd take up training his aim a little better in return. Man should know how useful ranged is by now, but youâve gotta coddle him into it. This, you decide, is a perfectly valid reason to avoid melee with any weapon shorter than three feet minimum.
âThisâ being the fact that, when you went to properly slice up the emaciated frame of lanky, neon green waste that calls itself Six, he happened to pull something just as your claws skimmed his coat, and you found yourself somewhere else. He wails in pain as your knife makes its mark, but youâre distracted momentarily by the townsfolk and tables suddenly surrounding you. He scrambles away, clutching that stupid doll of his, and you snarl, almost instantly back on the offensive as you pursue. Heâll pay, youâll make sure of that.
 Itâs not unusual for you to go out most weekends, and you often find yourself seated at your favorite bar and wooden tool by the counter, sipping idly from a cold glass of scotch. Going out, either for walks or to specific local places like this one, definitely helps clear your mind from distracting and troublesome thoughts that have been plaguing your mind lately. Theyâre like buzzing constant noise in the back of your head, distracting you from matters like work and things you should keep more of an eye on, and they certainly make it hard to focus at times. But in short, you donât like it all too much.
 Something draws everyoneâs attention all of a sudden however, and you canât help but glance over your shoulder as well once you notice the barmanâs now cautious and serious expression. Two guys are fighting nearby by the looks of it, and⊠one appears to be Die? Which is strange, since you know heâs left this kind of conflicting and dangerous lifestyle behind him for many reasons. Should you do something? You donât particularly care that much about him nowadays, exactly, in spite of it all, but the familiar figure thatâs about to give the leprechaun a beating sure makes you tense up.
 You⊠admittedly find this truce between the Crew and Felt rather boring and absurd, but due to people from both sides needing to keep things peaceful, you canât help but be careful about everything you do and say around your former rivals as well these days. You donât want to start up shit again, and as a leader, itâs your responsibility to be civil and think before doing or saying anything vaguely threatening. So you take a deep breath, abruptly get up, and walk the few steps necessary to reach the pair and get between the two.
 You donât know what the fuck Droog thinks heâs doing, and you loudly ask him so in a bit of a snarl, but you do notice right away once youâre positioned between them both that he looks different than usual. You blink, and tilt your head to the side slightly, your white eyes narrowing as you pause to examine him more carefully.