Jul 4, 2017
[tremors] ' what the hell do you use it for? ' - rotborn
“Stuff,” Fox replied emphatically, and impatiently, looking almost incredulously at the woman that he strongly suspected was a raider or raider-related. The teddy-bear in his hand – an old, ragged thing with angry eyebrows sewn onto it, and what appeared to be patched-over bullet holes in various places – was tossed back over his shoulder to hang by a strap next to his rucksack.
Fox crossed his arms, sliding his right hand into his jacket and next to his holstered pistol with the motion. “They’re a hell of a lot more useful than most people give them credit for.” He gave a frustrated shake of his head. “What does it matter, anyway?”