Soul-Killed
The white haired mercenary appeared, leaning an arm against a vending machine. An unpleasant scowl on her face that highlighted an unatrual eye color. "Hey, could you move? I want a drink."
Soul-Killed
The young lady sighed lightly, drumming her black metallic fingertips against the machine impatiently. Her eyes did not give a single sign of care for the other's stance. "C'mon, not about to beg for a can. Just move an inch, would'ya?" V's voice was monotone, already tired of today's nonesense.
\ Is all good, haven't been myself lately either lol, hope this is good /
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dastardlyentity
"Ask a little nicer, and I'll consider it." A piercing look was shot her way. The humanoid was sizing the stranger up. Tycho had been looking at something on his smartphone, so it was being clutched securely in his right hand.
@Soul-Killed / I apologise for this being so incredibly late!! I have only now just gained inspiration to rp as him. :,)
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