Yeah, well, what can I say? I'm a friggin' delight.
( He mumbles, dry as hell. Sarcastic, because he knows he's a pain in the ass with short term appeal. He can turn the charm on for strangers, but once you get to know him for more than an hour he becomes transparent crap on a stick.
But they're hunters, all three of them. This is what hunters do. They pick their people and they stick together. That makes sense to him. She doesn't even necessarily have to like him; liking somebody and being family aren't guaranteed to go hand-in-hand.
Template in place, he studies the positioning and deems it acceptable. Pulls out the gun and kicks it on — a quiet, rumbling vibration. He has absolutely not a single goddamn clue how it works or how it's powered, but it does, and that's good enough.
Here they go. Buckle up, Gerald.
And just so that it's on record, a few lines in he'll toss out: )
no subject
( He mumbles, dry as hell. Sarcastic, because he knows he's a pain in the ass with short term appeal. He can turn the charm on for strangers, but once you get to know him for more than an hour he becomes transparent crap on a stick.
But they're hunters, all three of them. This is what hunters do. They pick their people and they stick together. That makes sense to him. She doesn't even necessarily have to like him; liking somebody and being family aren't guaranteed to go hand-in-hand.
Template in place, he studies the positioning and deems it acceptable. Pulls out the gun and kicks it on — a quiet, rumbling vibration. He has absolutely not a single goddamn clue how it works or how it's powered, but it does, and that's good enough.
Here they go. Buckle up, Gerald.
And just so that it's on record, a few lines in he'll toss out: )
Thanks. For doing this.
( It helps. Means something. )