#deaduntold

    for the past hour or so, totsuka had struggled along to this point. he hadn't realized at the time how difficult it would be to move a motor scooter without gas... or wheels. but he was as always so determined when it came to his hobbies. his current being mechanics.

    when he was spotted and approached by kosuke, he’d given a sigh of relief ( and because he was tired ) and wiped sweat from his head. ❛ pretty neat, don’t you think? ❜ despite being tired, he spoke with enthusiasm. ❛ i got it for a great price, too! i’m gonna fix up this little beauty. it’ll be one sweet ride when i’m done with it... her...? him...? them...? i haven’t decided that part yet. ❜ he confesses with a laugh. ❛ care to give me a hand? i doubt kusanagi-san would allow it to sit out front the way it looks now. ❜

as always, billy was acting heroic in a world that didn’t call for a hero, yet, here he is with his cape and the “S” on his chest. ready to save every damsel in distress or fucker in need. heroism wasn’t logans style, he’d been here far too many times to waste the trip on adventures like that.

OUTLAST MEME // ACCEPTING

“you ain’t wrong,” she says in agreement,  hands continuing to sharpen the knife being held over her thigh.  it seems like nowadays all she’s been chasing is mad dogs.  their posters litter every Sheriff station all over the state and it doesn’t seem to matter how fast Sadie takes them down--  more and more keep popping up.  as well as more competition.  other bounty hunters more feral and violent than her,  ready to wipe out anyone standing in their way in the most brutal way possible.