[knocks on del's door holding his snake tank]
[opens the door, stares at him] ...What the fuck is this?

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[knocks on del's door holding his snake tank]
[opens the door, stares at him] ...What the fuck is this?
WHAT?!
Someone tell me what the hell happened to foxtrot. I'm literally going to be sick from being so worried. I'll literally drop everything now to go save him. Holy shit......
Charon waited at the booth in the designated restaurant- it was one of his old stomping grounds before the military. The owner was a crook who owed him quite a few favors- really everyone working there did. With Charon’s assistance, the shit hole had actually become quite popular.
That being said, he found himself dressed in the unimposing guise of ‘Willis’ from ‘Chatter-analysis’ waiting on the unlucky pilot to arrive. He mentally counted and checked that his weapons were still there and smiled. Wonderful.
His eyes shifted as he sensed someone approaching. Good...the pilot was here. With a big cheesy grin, Charon got into character,”Francis! Francis over here! It’s me- Willis! Oops-sorry!” He laughed embarrassedly and rubbed the back of his neck,”Was that awkward?”
Oregon was in the Master’s program going after his second Master’s- he had decided to come back to get the Masters of Statistics after he acquire his Linguistics Masters. He had been going to college for quite a looong time… He was now finishing up packing his belongings to move to a new dorm-room. There were issues with his ‘ex-room-mate’ and with some maneuvering, had gotten cleared for a transfer. And unfortunately, it seemed, through some clerical error was randomly assigned into having a new….room-mate. One that Oregon had not requested, and knew literally nothing about. Oregon got his housing information and walked his luggage over to his new dorm and knocked. He scowled- he didn’t like this, his arms were cramping from carrying his bags, and he was uncomfortable.
foxtrot035 said: Th-that sounds fun!
Yes it does! We can cook some nice food up for it too! Well, thats if you want to help me.
foxtrot035 replied to your post:I feel like I’ve somehow missed a lot…
[whispers from vents] Welcome back Jersey.
Um. Thank you, Francis... Excuse me but, why are you in the vents?
foxtrot035 replied to your post:I’m surprised the big guy did more than shrug
I know…I feel bad about it. I hope I didn’t hurt his feelings…
I don’t get it
foxtrot035 replied to your post:foxtrot035 replied to your post:[leaves a fat bag...
I wouldn’t wanna…get you in trouble.
whyyyy would I get in trouble? he won’t know you’re there. here. whatever.