one shot.

You got to learn to respect the gun: knowing when to shoot is just as important as knowing how. Never trust a man and his gun.

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[oumatic-blog]

           “ Paint me on your canvas! Or die!! ” 

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“..I don’t feel like dyin’ today.. So, here I go. ‘The next Picasso...” 

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u look like mcd's secondary mascot character

“Well isn’t that just peachy..”

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daijitsu

I love you!!! I'm your biggest fan, I have all of your albums!!! Please sign my shitoris!!!!!!!!

I love ya too! And I -- Shitoris? Is that another name for a ...butthole?

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persuadedbyboko:

“      How about never?” 

“Hey! Well if it isn’t the chocobro! How ya doin’?”

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“Definitely not dead-- yet.”

[rapusodosu]

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[rapusodosu]

      MAKO burns, INFERNO soil; dual-realities coiled about the ankles of a veteran soldier– he is a force to be reckoned with even in these unknown lands. Aye– grand metropolises and pestilential depths were of no oddity to a creature that was BRED among the rot. With war-hackles raised and a commanding swagger in each deafening CLACK! of his stride, he was once a man of the frontline, a paragon that charred the badlands of his greedy cortège with each flaming surge of his ire, and this boy with a gun begs no bewilderment from him.

       “Nice gun,” mock-civility colours him; conversation is a rare boon,         “– I have never looked upon one who wields so loosely. Does it         have a name?”

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That tone is sendin’ shivers down his spine ‘cause jeez, it came outta the blue and he’s kinda startled by it - doesn’t mean he’d show it though. And the comment along - he’s just casually gonna brush his knuckles along his philtrum to suppress a blatant grin from showin’ the huge ego boost [ y’don’t get comments from macho-lookin’ people nowadays if you catch my drift - then again he’s not even complimentin’ him - just his gun in the first place, y i k e s, he’ll still take that too though ]. But he’ll finally bob his head, to agree, and continue the lil chit-chat the man’s started. 

             “ Thanks - Really though? Is that’a good thing? - And uh - It kinda doesn’t but if I’d name it - it’d be along the lines of kickass. Got somethin’ like it? “

[brokeniisms-a]

Cloud looked up at the blonde admiring his bike. He leaned on it giving him a slight smirk. “Thanks. I use it everywhere I go.” He said as he tapped on the handles, Cloud always made sure his bike was in good condition. “Glad you think it looks cool, not everyone does.”

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                                  “ No problem ! I wouldn't go anywhere without it either -- “

Hopefully the guy doesn’t mind’em bein’ too close to the bike - his fingertips already begun to brush against its’ sleek metal - tickling the pad of fingers with a nice tinglin’ feeling. You don’t see things like this too often around, he almost wants to steal th’ thing - but he refrains from that of course. And man - cool? It’s so friggin’ phenomenal! People are missin’ out if they don’t find this thing cool - or rather, maybe they’re not cool at all themselves, woops.

                                                         “ Does it got’a name ? “

[daijitsu]

he regarded the man out of wide eyes, awkward worry beaming from his expression. Poor guy could barely drag himself and that storm in his stomach out of hunger. Daisuke hummed momentarily in thought, trying to recall the names of the largest meals his workplace had to offer. 

                         “ ..We have a couple of group meals you can choose from. A bucket with thirty chicken wings for twelve bucks, an extra large box for two for eleven bucks, a special, Jessie J bucket including three–– hey, are you okay over there? You look like you’re going to faint any moment. ” 

[promptov]

Just hearin’ those huge meals has him nearly droolin’ to the point of drenchin’ his tank [ not really but he’s that hungry! ] -- and he rubs his stomach as if it’d calm the demon bangin’ stomach walls, demandin’ for some friggin’ food but he curls up against the counter instead [ because the demon’s winnin’ at this point ]; outstretching a bag of gil in front of the man with his own face nestled - faceplanted onto the counter too. 

              “ How much can I buy with a bag of these... -- “

[reginaedestellis-deactivated201]

There’s certainly a pause when she hears, and in turn sees the other, a brow raised in surprise, the instant shift in what she was expecting after hearing the man’s mannerisms. She expected hostility, she always did when she was  out of her home, when she was someplace new and undiscovered, at least to her own personal archive of realms. It’s a surprise, and her mind struggles to think of a proper response, to not seem negative to him. The last thing she needed was to irritate a local and end up in a hostile scenario.

But the bird’s wings stretch out, its feet restless, and the urge to flee can be felt. She turns, instead, to the Chocobo, the other blonde forgotten for now, and a hand is raised, gently brushing down the neck as the bird merely offers a sound.

     “Don’t flee, you’re safe here. Don’t leave me.”

It was murmured, before she glanced to the other, a frown there slightly.

     “I wasn’t…looking for him, I was running, found him, and he stayed.” 

[promptov]

It kinda feels like someone just died, ‘cause damn the silence is deafenin’. I mean his elbows are still up until someone confirms he’s not any danger but unfortunately the bird’s about to scram and he’s pursing his lips so tight to refrain from exclaiming ‘hey, wait’a minute!’ But alas, he’ll stand there patient, then finally hears words - conversation is a good reassurance for a lack of precaution, right? Aaah, he’ll just go with that. And boy, she must be good with animals ‘cause if he tried the same - he’d probably get back-kicked to -- last week. As to her statement though, he lowers his hands, brushing his index knuckle beneath the area below his nose. 

         “ You must be really special for’em to stay for you.             But uh.. What're you runnin’ from ..? IF you don’t mind me askin’..“

Gotta remember people's business is people's business, boundaries are boundaries. They're strangers after all, but he couldn't help but wonder -- Of course not expectin' much.

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[theloneswordswoman]

“Just where the hell am I, anyway…?”

[promptov]

“  Wiz Chocobo post- One of the best places in the world to be honest ! “

[sweetestdumpling-archive-deacti]

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“You look like one to get in a lot of trouble.” A terrible thing for her to assume but if he took one look at her smirk, he should know she’s merely joking.

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“ Well, uh.. --You wouldn’t be wrong.. ” This guy’s a felon after all, trouble can mean a lotta things though - could be the way he’s clumsy as hell, the way he chooses firearms over other things among the kingdom standards- or the way he can prank his friends without much of a thought. Even if the supposal’s meant to be joke, his answer’s subtly honest.

[fujxnarchive]

   | 風 | 神 |

   “COOL.” She repeats that word with slightly incredulous deadpan, as if she couldn’t believe that he excused his friends escape from inevitable death, because they were cool. [ even as she stares him down, trying to disguise how utterly confused she is at his multiple trains of thought, she still couldn’t believe he said something so— – ]

   | lame. it was    almost chicken-wuss    lame. Hyne,    gouge her eyes out. |

   So she ignores those few seconds of awkward silence between them, clearing her throat and standing to attention [ she’s shorter, no big surprises there ] again, her arms going to cross over her chest once more, “GOOD. I’LL ASSIST.”

[promptov]

Oh Etro, never know what’s goin’ on in this lil ladies thoughts - Not sure if she’s judgin’em with those cold eyes too or just -- have they always been like that? It’s kinda makin’ him feel intimidated - kinda uneasy ‘cause it’s like he’s in the middle of a school play doin’ the chicken dance in front of millions and everyone’s completely starin’ without a word - in a bad way - But hey, she said she’ll assist and that’s enough to cheer’em up!

‘Guess he’ll provide a description - elevating their heights with his hands; explainin’ what kinda hair they had - their clothes, personality, almost rantin’ off about their lifestory until abruptly stopping himself. He chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his head, apologizin’ - because yeah, he kinda got carried away with that. But he thanks her - and all that good stuff.

                         “ Ah, thanks for helping me out by the way.                             And uh.. I don’t think I got your name --  “

[promptov]

/̵͇̿̿/‘̿'̿ arthurus

For the first time in years -- methinks - he’s kinda full from eatin’ so much. Of course he’ll enjoy every meal to the fullest but it’s kinda overwhelmin’ eating things consecutively, aside from Iggy’s food to an ordered meal from some place else. Goes to show he’s used to little meals inbetween travels from bigger ones in known restaurants -- or taverns, inn’s etc. So he kinda puts his utensils aside and slightly slides his plate to the person beside him with a lil question before bein’ a complete charity case.

                                " Do you want the rest of my food - don’t think I can eat it all..                                   I don't wanna waste anythin' either. “

[promptov]

        they looked at me like i was           - - -  w e a k  - - -                     but inside of me there were wars raging and i am strong                                        i am fighting ;   i am breathing ;  i am alive

                                            i am not giving up.