@peacekcpt–––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )
“Don’ ya know it ain’t polite t’follow someone WITHOUT their damn permission?”
He adjusts his rifle, glancing over his shoulder with a small GRUNT, visible discontent in the means by which he stares the other man down. HE DOESN’T much like having to temporarily live in this place by which DREAMS are destroyed. He had lost his belief in others a LONG time ago, but this place BRED distrust and misanthropy.
“What is it exactly that you PEOPLE want now? I ain’t a fuckin’ tool fer ya or yer damn cult so spit it out so I can say NO an’ move on with m’fuckin’ shit.”
HE KNOWS that’ll likely end in an attempt by force ( his FAVORITE ) which would mean PERHAPS this might be interesting indeed. A moment passes before he shakes his head.
“Well? I ain’t got all fuckin’ DAY.”















