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kaz: okay i admit wylan is pretty new to the whole bombing thing but i promise he's really good at it guys
matthias: BRO OFC HE'S NEW HE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING TWELVE YEAR OLD
wylan: i'm sixteen actually
matthias, internally: does he even shave
like is this not what happened
oh wylan is such an innocent deer lmao questioning everyone and everything like "but this is illegal" as if any of them care
I'm finally gonna read crooked kingdom. Let's see how this goes!
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"Wow, isn’t she great!” Wylan says to the DUP soldier caught under his foot, grinding his helmet into the concrete they had been trying to throw at his face just moments earlier. He receives an angry ‘FUCK YOU’ over the little speaker thing. He frowns.
“No but really. What a gal. It’s nice when the ones with good looks have some serious brains or brawn to back it all up. Y’know. When things aren’t all skin deep.” He nods more to himself, amused. “Did you see the way she blasted your tank up into the air? Like, damn that was awesome.”
“She’s a fucking bioterrorist, that’s kind of cheating!”
“Wow, language you ass.” Wylan tsks before blasting another soldier that was trying to get a drop on him. “Hey! Having a very serious conversation here!” He calls out to them as they whip up into the sky. It would be a long way down. Another smile before he returns attentions to his conversational partner. “She’s one hell of a conduit you mean.”
“Get off me, now!”
“She really cares about her family, like I really care about my sister but she’s got like a circle of people. It’s really nice to see.” He continues while ignoring the other, arms folded over his knee.
“I don’t care! You’re going back to Curdun Cay!”
“So rude. You’re going to fly into your buddy up there.” Wylan remarks lifting their head and gesturing to the other soldier on his way down. Ignoring the noises and pleadings of his victim he sends them flying on another cyclone of wind.
The soldier flies! He goes! He misses. Guess they’ll never be united.
“Damnit.”
