Before I can turn you into my fancy pet, let me have some fun with you, your highness!
Noise from the m!a list 😈
I told you, I will bite through your purse strap if you try to turn me into a chinchilla! No matter how cute they are.
Oh Inti. This should be. . . interesting.
You may have god's favor but that doesn't stop me from cursing you for hurting and killing the children. Meet the monsters under your bed eye-to-eye, Fin.
Jane burst into the workshop, his eyes wide and brows furrowed in worry.
Oh no. This was all too familiar.
"A-Are... Are you okay?"
- @emotionally-clumsy-soldier
Dell whirls around and grins at Jane’s arrival, but it was off-putting. Not his smile.
“Rocket boy!!” The man exclaimed, using his nickname for Jane, but it was all wrong.
The Texan held out his outstretched arms, gunslinger on hand on one arm, and a hastily bandaged hand on the other, blood already seeping through the white cloth.
“Yer just in time to see what ah’ve been workin’ on! Yer not gonna believe it! After all my years as a engineer, ah can’t believe ah didn’t make something like THIS! It’s absolutely genius the way ah put the nuclear fuse with the motorized engine here and-”
The man spouted near nonsense, barely taking a moment to breathe in between sentences. He looked absolutely terrible; hoodie torn around the sleeves, pale in the skin, and trembling whenever he wasn’t frantically moving his hands for emphasis as he spoke.
“-can you IMAGINE how many rounds of tha Gravel Wars we woulda won if ah had done all that earlier?! It’s brilliant, BRILLIANT!”
He cackled, stopping at the foot of his large invention, covered by a dusty old tarp.