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[shrineofprophecy]

" go girl, fudge 'em chicken wing up. "

"On my way to fry those chicken wings, partner."

[gxdmade]

"I'm being bulled and for WHAT?" She's about to go hole herself up in her workshop at this rate and never come out!! "It's insane that the man with the meanest name is the NICEST one!! Shame on all of you!!"

[trlblzd]

@destdevel sent : " yer' phone gettin' low, huh ? want me to help ya' with it ? "

" DO YOU HAVE A POWER BANK ? i don't have the end of my charger & there are no outlets around. i need it back in shape just in time to pull for a game. " something tells you that there is a meta-play in these words.

[trthfck]

𝖑'𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖊.  ⸻  " might i ask you a question, one that might perhaps be a bit intrusive  ?   "  the glass is set down, gently, with the same kind of candor that only a woman of her social status might be able to encompass. it is a cold glass of a clear liquor; something rough, and rustic; at bare minimum, something to be able to hold in conversation, something to keep hands idle. perhaps that is why she, too, holds a drink in her hand despite not taking a sip from it. she sits, one leg crossed over the other, and looks the other up and down. after all, when you are prodding into someone's psyche, it is rude to come empty-handed.  despite the seeming lack of care in her voice, himeko's eyes are gentle, like a teacher, or doctor. ( of which she never claims to be either. ) " feel free to disregard this, given that it is simply a mechanist's curiosity, but . . . do you have any memories, of it? whatever, or whomever, caused you to have such intricate cybernetics  ?   " / @destdevel , for boothill.

[gxdmade]

@destdevel

cmon usopp you gonna love the taste of gunpowder in your mouth 💕

"Euphemism or not, gunpowder sucks. Been there, done that."

[gxdmade]

@destdevel asked: [Love Calculator]

💗 for the funny...

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[belovedcorvid]

❝ Ya' don’t talk much do ya'? ❞

❣︎ | Memes :: From Here | Prompts for Mute Characters

The bar was loud, some backwater joint just close enough to paths most travelled to pick up on good intel, but far enough away to avoid surveillance from those he'd rather not encounter. This wasn't his brother's sort of place - not loud or clean enough for that - and from what he'd gathered so far, not of enough importance to be looked at by the navy either. The best kind of place to simultaneously find and not be found. He could dig a little or ask around, and perhaps he would later when patrons became more free with their words and less likely to remember faces, but Rocinante's preferred method had always been to keep to himself and listen. Never doubt the average person's ability to have a private discussion in a public space. That was the plan, but the person at the counter next to him seemed to be the chatty type - at least in this moment.

Dried blood eyes - sharp but not threateningly so - surveyed the man beside him from over the rim of a glass, the scars at the corners of his mouth tilting his neutral expression into something of a grin. He'd already not answered this guy's other three or four previous questions and wouldn't speak for this one either, at least not out loud. The former marine was just trying to pick out what was familiar about him - not necessarily in the sense that he'd seen him before, rather that he had a familiar sort of look about him, like he'd been through a wringer of some sort. Answers though. He signed a little, left hand curling into a loose fist, arm moving to arc the thumb back over his shoulder with a faint shake of the head: won't. The tall man seemed to think better of it though, and pulled a notebook from his shirt, flipping to an empty page.

『 THIS MIGHT BE EASIER, IF NO TALKING ISN'T AN OPTION. 』

[wingsoar]

@destdevel S.c

"Boothill!"   Robin   approached   the   man   with   a   warm   and   welcoming   smile!

"It's   been   awhile   since   we   last   crossed   paths.   How   have   you   been?   Staying   out   of   trouble   I   trust?"