Ya’ got me, Demo. I pray it ain’t one of ‘em fancy whoozitwatzits.

[Suddenly, the Scout jumped out of pure fear the moment that thing popped.] WHOA, WHOA, WHOA! Watch where ya’ pointing ‘dat t’ing, aight? You could get someone killed out ‘ere!

[Cue a squint, Demo’s grip on the English language isn’t the best either. And Scout’s is perfect! So he thinks, big words elude him like Miss Pauling when he asks for a date.] Y’gotta lay off ‘da Scrumpy, Demo. It ain’t good for ya’.

Small wave, cheeky grin.

A li’l bit, yeah? But ‘dat’s moreso in Heavy’s department. He’s ‘dis big buff Russian dude, I t’ink you’ll like ‘im! His gun’s name is Sascha.

Rubs the area where she pinched. 〝 Hey, hey, watch ‘da merchandise. 〞

〝 Elaborate, pally. T’ings ain’t addin’ up. 〞

The tip of Jeremy’s shoe prodded at her side.

Scout: i’m great wit’ girls! Also Scout: we both got buckets of chicken, wanna do it?

〝 A cosplaya’? No, no. I’m ‘da real t’ing! 〞 Scout pointed to himself, double thumbs directly as he gave a grin.

Let’s be real, he’s the greatest when it comes to pick up lines.

...Ouch.

〝 What. ‘Dere somet’in on my face? 〞 Scout would rub his cheek. 〝 ‘AHH, DON’T LOOK AT ME I’M HIDEOUS! 〞

Yeah, he’ll admit. He’s a momma’s boy.

...Nervous laughter.

Offers a tissue.

〝 ‘Ey, no problem. 〞 Jeremy beamed, a chuckle exhaling as he crossed both arms across his chest.

Takes a bite out of his sandvich.

Spy asked Scout to seduce him. That — that was a nightmare.

So like, what’s a guy gotta do to get some damned food in here, huh!?