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[[ No, Roland; you have to do it right. (ʘ︹#)ノლ ]]
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Hey Roland
Roland
Roooooooland
I’m not saying HQ Command Center is plastered with Claptrap photos
But you might not want to come back right now
But if you do bring pizza please
Please
I’m starving
+ timeisbullets
"I've seen models of the Scorpio turret before, in person too," he pauses uncomfortably, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced at his own Sabre turret, "and I understand that yours is an old model, but I just didn't think yours would be so small compared to mine."
Routine check ups on his turret were mandatory, because even if his turret was the latest model, it was a machine, and machines could break down at any time. Just like any other weapon, his turret could jam or it could fall apart if it wasn't taken care of properly. This is what he was doing right now: maintenance. And he was kind enough to ask Roland to join him.
"Nice upgrades, though," he offers with a sheepish smile.
{{ hey helena lemme touch that supple ass :l }}
[[ wh— whatWell… okay. = w= Just because you asked. ]]
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He didn't like asking for help. He didn't like getting it either. But he'd been stumbling around the same area for nearly half an hour, convinced he was lost, with no hope of finding his way back to HQ.
He also smelled like an abandoned brewery.
Which is why Mordecai didn't really recognise Roland when he stumbled into him, instead cursing, and murmuring an agitated "Watch it."
Of course, when he actually got a good look at him, the face registered. He tried to stand up straight. "'Eeeey, Roland. Mind, eh...did the Crimson Raiders move, or...?"
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Upon seeing Roland, Nine-Toes instantly pulled out his Clipper and aimed at the vault hunter's head. "Ya' wanna tasty of Hell 'fore I send ya' there or ya' wanna get outta my territory?"
He made a motion at the doctor with a flick of his head. "An' you. Ain't got no idea who ya' are Doc, but if you ain't here to give me free meds them scram!"
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.................blame Mordecai.
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...oh, boy. This would be as awkward as that time after the killer rescued him and brought him back to Sanctuary, wouldn't it? She was in control of the situation. Nothing to be worried about. Roland wasn't always clear and his way of expressing things wasn't...normal. Learning to decipher what he meant was one of her favorite things. And the other, suggesting what he actually meant.
"Well?" Lilith, hand on her hip, looked right back at him. "This is the part when you say you're happy to see me, or...?"