#angrysniper

Enyo chuckled at the other's obvious confusion, smirking as she stepped over to him. She was rather bored lately, and so she'd thought it was about time to visit the rather intriguing man she'd met once before. “Can't a girl dress up just because?” she asked, tilting her head to the side. Not sensually, of course. She respected the modern warrior too much for that.

"Looks like someone did a number on you...Here, I'll help you up so I can treat your wounds. Don't have to tell me what happened, just let me help."

"Ribbit motherfucker~"

Gabe could only heave out a heavy sigh, look down to his boots once and put hands on his own hips. He knew the look, well enough to know that nothing he could really say could fix this one. When he looked up, “Wanna go for a smoke?”

Gabe was fully aware of Cayne’s staring, setting his spoon down and glancing over. Knowing him, he was likely chuckling over something crude or embarrassing. “Somethin’ cute, McKinnley?”

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Much better.