Yes, I like goats

“My asshole roommate, who else? This isn’t huffy, this is–

“Nah, not particularly--O-oh wait... you kinda meant that in a daring sense. Oh. You saw how he acted around me last time, anyway, n’... eh... yeah.

“No, no, we–

Look, don’t get huffy with me, I was just askin’... next time maybe I won’t hire to help you, on account of y’roommate playin’ soldier n’all...”

[ Offering the bun, like some form of small bread, Jakey nods towards Vincent to take it. ]

[ Aggressively steps forwards. ]

You came over here. M’ not your teammate; what other reason did you have other than to show off and gloat?! [ He huffs, those brown eyes showing a hint of envy. Looks like showing off worked–he’s even starting to blend his words together. ]

[ Slowly uncovers his small little friend. He seems to have submitted to the RED’s words. ]

[ Those eyes manage to narrow further as he gives the ‘package’ another glimpse. ]

How can you expect something like that to not get my attention? You’re flaunting it around. [ He takes a step closer. ]

I looked at them, they are clean. And anyone smart would put a tracker in a vital place; like the stomach! Hands fall off really easy.

[ There’s a mere moment of hesitation as Binh collects his thoughts, knowing that releasing said person’s name would result in more trouble than praise. ]

[ Taps fingers together. ]

[ Huffy sniper with skeptical eyes. Gloved fingers go to nab one of the idle arrow fletchings sitting within his quiver, but they freeze up when the man gets closer with a second thought. ] 

M-maybe it is? U-uh... [ His eyes dart around near the RED’s feet, unsure what to say. ]

[ He pauses at their gesture of disapproval, obviously upset. ]

You shouldn’t even be researchin’ in the first place. W-we dunno wot kinda tech those hands have! Wot if they’ve got a tracker on ‘em? Y’base could be in trouble ‘cos of three hands.