[ Amos nods. Checks the chamber, ensures it's empty. He's got an infinite source of ammo here, anyway, but he'll be stocked up for when he next goes over to Hunter's, full-sized shotgun and all.
(If people ever wanted to accuse Amos of starting shit, that's their business. If they want to push him into causing shit, sure, he'll do that too. Not really his problem if anyone wants to make him theirs. Sure as hell helps when you've got the dual threats of being stronger than just about everyone you come across and lacking a conscience to really give a fuck about the damage you might do too, though.)
He looks up when Geralt stands back up, cracks a grin at the mention of the sword he now has, courtesy of a mutual friend. ]
Sure thing. Got two hands, and all that. [ Though they're both sizeable weapons, considering, but he'll figure it out. Could cheat here, but where's the fun in that? ] I'll see you, same ol' time and place.
[ Right back to normal, like nothing ever happened. ]
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(If people ever wanted to accuse Amos of starting shit, that's their business. If they want to push him into causing shit, sure, he'll do that too. Not really his problem if anyone wants to make him theirs. Sure as hell helps when you've got the dual threats of being stronger than just about everyone you come across and lacking a conscience to really give a fuck about the damage you might do too, though.)
He looks up when Geralt stands back up, cracks a grin at the mention of the sword he now has, courtesy of a mutual friend. ]
Sure thing. Got two hands, and all that. [ Though they're both sizeable weapons, considering, but he'll figure it out. Could cheat here, but where's the fun in that? ] I'll see you, same ol' time and place.
[ Right back to normal, like nothing ever happened. ]