[ He has nice, round, MUSCULAR buttocks thank you very much. So this is how it's gonna be huh? Eyepatch acting all high and mighty on his ass. Well if he didn't respect his sensei back in the day then he sure as hell wasn't gonna start now, especially when his senior just fucking FLICKED HIM but had to stay calm because he didn't want this operation to go to waste so fast. SO WHAT if he hated stake outs, he'd had more fun beating that asshole to a bloody pulp and delivering him to Boss so he could get paid and then go for an ice cold coca-cola that would certainly taste like heavens and beyond after only drinking warm kool-aid (don't ask) for about three and a half hours now... so what if he... decided to crank it up a notch?....
Badou's answer yanked him out of his wild imagination's claws and woah... that was not the answer he was expecting to hear from someone like him, he expected to hear fifteen or sixteen but that would explain why he's so skilled at eating chips while holding binoculars and scratching his ass... he did look oddly confident from the beginning. He wanted to ask but then decided against it, it seemed too soon to get THAT personal and he sure as hell didn't want to start talking about gay vampires and his grandpa's honeymoon. ] Jeez, must have sucked to do this as a kid...
[ He scratched his nose, knowing how he just turned this into a VERY uncomfortable stake out when he listened to the redhead munch for another twenty seconds without reminding Joseph what an idiot he was. ] So... when are we approaching this guy? Are we pulling the big guns or should I just knock his teeth out
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13/6/13 05:05 (UTC)So this is how it's gonna be huh? Eyepatch acting all high and mighty on his ass. Well if he didn't respect his sensei back in the day then he sure as hell wasn't gonna start now, especially when his senior just fucking FLICKED HIM but had to stay calm because he didn't want this operation to go to waste so fast. SO WHAT if he hated stake outs, he'd had more fun beating that asshole to a bloody pulp and delivering him to Boss so he could get paid and then go for an ice cold coca-cola that would certainly taste like heavens and beyond after only drinking warm kool-aid (don't ask) for about three and a half hours now... so what if he... decided to crank it up a notch?....
Badou's answer yanked him out of his wild imagination's claws and woah... that was not the answer he was expecting to hear from someone like him, he expected to hear fifteen or sixteen but that would explain why he's so skilled at eating chips while holding binoculars and scratching his ass... he did look oddly confident from the beginning. He wanted to ask but then decided against it, it seemed too soon to get THAT personal and he sure as hell didn't want to start talking about gay vampires and his grandpa's honeymoon. ] Jeez, must have sucked to do this as a kid...
[ He scratched his nose, knowing how he just turned this into a VERY uncomfortable stake out when he listened to the redhead munch for another twenty seconds without reminding Joseph what an idiot he was. ] So... when are we approaching this guy? Are we pulling the big guns or should I just knock his teeth out