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[cardsharpconartist]

"Oh, hey its you, the gambler man, havent seen you in a while... Thought you where dead, hows it going?"

[ Ohhh God. ]

     I thought I was dead, too.         It was great.

[ That was a joke.Covered heavily in sarcasm and cynicism and everything Nick has to offer.(What he's offering right now is a glare, by the way.) ]

      How do you think. 

[cardsharpconartist]

☃ :o)

     Do that again.       I dare you.

[ STARES ANGRILY whilst attempting to ignore how fucking cold the snow is. ]

[cardsharpconartist]

YOU HAVE BEEN GONE SO LONG

     ...

     --No, I haven't. 

[cardsharpconartist]

☃

[cardsharpconartist]

obligatory ☃

     ”—Damn it! That’s cold!”

This is the part where one very disgruntled ex-conman whirls around to find his very guilty companion already turned around and whistling (innocently, like he didn’t do it; sure, a zombie threw the snowball at him), to which he replies with gathering up a hand full of snow carefully aimed at—

     ”Hey! Hayseed!”

—right at the mechanic’s face.

[cardsharpconartist]

The sound of a boomer near by echoed before suddenly three boomers appeared, all of them vomiting at Nick all at the same time.

[too bad he’s not out in the open whatsoever and the world doesn’t work that way. better luck next time, motherfucker.] 

[cardsharpconartist]

*At that moment, a boomer gargled and launched it's puke at Nick*

[ Wow, so it’s just pick on Nick day, isn’t it? After the initial bewilderment over why he didn’t hear said Boomer earlier, he curses, raises his gun, and shoots it.Which was fucking dumb, because it explodes and he is, once again, covered in shit. ]

"Aw, goddammit!" [ Thank you, invisible force beyond the fourth wall. ]