xrudis
There was a familiar scent; not too familiar, set to a specific person, but familiar nonetheless. A glance around, slightly cautious-- then eyes landed on the source of the scent. They didn't seem too...hostile. Not yet, anyway.
"--Hello?"
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xrudis
There was a familiar scent; not too familiar, set to a specific person, but familiar nonetheless. A glance around, slightly cautious-- then eyes landed on the source of the scent. They didn't seem too...hostile. Not yet, anyway.
"--Hello?"
xrudis replied to your post:§ bc why not?
"Kinky, aren’t you?"
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xrudis replied to your post:"Make me."
"Your guitar’s condition is the last thing that will certainly bother me. You’re not going out until you tell me where the fuck are my guns."
Blinkblinkstare. He certainly was forward, wasn't he? "Uh... I don't know anything about any guns..? I didn't even know you had any."
"Make me."
"Well I mean I could probably push you outta the way, or trip you, but I'd really rather ask you nicely to move rather than risk damaging my guitar."
@xrudis
Nero ran through the familiar ruins of Limbo City, it was different than he was used to and it made him rather nervous. Was he in some one's territory that he would rather avoid? He swallowed and pressed on, ensuring himself a jog by Dante's trailer to see if it were the one that he remembered. Seeing it wasn't there, was only a small comfort to the teen, but that could have meant anything. It was a mobile after all.
He scaled a large half ruined building, hoping to catch any hint of 'should I simply run away' in this moment or if he were fine to be here. After a few minutes of using his devil bringer to get around, he paused and let only his boots sound over the rooftop, the sound that he knew his boots made, was smaller than the one he'd just heard a moment ago. "I'm not here to make trouble." he called, hoping that he didn't seem like a threat; it hadn't occurred to him that perhaps it wasn't the most subtle way to get around.