stop, don't look at them. taquitos are temporary. balance is forever.
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The sniper lifted his gaze as he rubbed his dogs back, the sudden lack of sunlight caught his attention as he shifted and turned towards Shen. His dark eyes squinted with palpable confusion as he stood back up, smirking a little with a tilt of his hips and a hand cupping his own chin, not hiding how his stare traveled up and down the Kinkou's body. What kind of weird ass outfit was he wearing?
Haruko couldn't help but raise a brow as a snicker left him, this guy looked like a cheap Spirit Halloween knock off of Sub Zero from Mortal Kombat, but at least he was built like a shit brickhouse. Although he did have the sort of voice that Haru presumed would make people purposefully mess up just to get scolded, couldn't say he blamed them too much.
"Afraid I'm not the one to take orders, big guy, besides have you ever even had taquitos?" He let his hands fall back down to his hips as a smirk curled over his lips as he turned, "They might help with that big fucking stick in your ass, "balance is forever" --pfft, did you come up with that at one of your DND sessions?" Haru leaned down to pat Bonnie on the head, her big brown eyes peering upwards into Shen's mask as her tail began to wag,
"Well, gonna just stand there or are you going to tell me like you just popped outta some fighting game from the 90s?"
