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Stripe looked up at Kelly, with an raised eyebrow. "You're worried about him blowing himself up, but not the fool surrounded by explosives who is just now learning how NOT to use them?" He stated dryly as he followed the instructions on how to take apart the "FGL-01a. "I know I'm unlikable, but...
It's not you I'm worried about. I'm more worried about the chick who can reprogram my stuff to make my life miserable, especially if she finds out I hesitated when dealing with the whole "impromptu heart surgery " thing which put Ylfa, her friend/ally's life at risk. Somehow, I think she might...
I'm hoping the fact I'm surrounded by explosives will save my ass from a beat-down, but Kelly is one of the few people who may not give a crap right now. This should be interesting.
"I thought we were here as moral support," Stripe said absently as he- carefully- set down the 'Kegbuster' and started examining a FGL-01a. "I imagine having your body blown up, shoving yourself into an enemy body, and having a friend almost die is somewhat traumatic."
Anyone who looked in on Stripe right now would have seen an odd sight- a man surrounded with explosives and booklets, reading and occasionally muttering under his breath while munching away on some fries . He quietly read through all the small print on all the explosives, hoping to learn...
Stripe turned to Jamie with a sheepish look on his face, embarrassed. "Yeah, about that- sorry about that. Drinks on me next time we're on leave?" He asked, hoping he sounded more confident then he felt. He really didn't want the people who had his back wanting to shoot him in it, even if he may...
Stripe just stared at Nak, one eye twitching. "...You know what? Sure. Let's get this over with." He vented as he walked over to where Kelly was. He had a feeling this insanity was business as usual- perhaps he'd made the wrong career choice after all.
"Yes. Fun. Dancing in a fit of joy." Stripe deadpanned. Really? Being sent to do something already, without a squad leader? Actually...
Turning to face the Delsaurian, he tried to go for a apologetic approach, opening his arms wide with a shrug."No offence intended, but what authority do you...
Stripe sighed in relief, getting up and stretching as he thought about what to say. "Right... that happened." he mumbled under his breath as he decided to grab a Militant corpse and drag it over to the bar with a small grin.
"You folks come here often?" He asked as he a heaved the mechanical...
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