"Look at you. Anymore trouble come your way? Or is there no point in asking?"

"I probably should. But then again, do I wanna get caught up in whatever's in Beacon Hills?"

Narrows eyes. The mention of weapons already had her half convinced. "What exactly are you dealing with, here?"

"Hit me with it, @CogentAltruism."

"Take all the time you need, I got no plans as far as I'm concerned, @CogentAltruism."

❝I'м ɢoɴɴα ɢo ѕтop тнe вιɢ вαd wolғ...❞ → ᴺᵉʷ ᴰᵉᵃᶰ ᵂᶤᶰᶜʰᵉˢᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵉᵉˡ » Ɛχρ/Lιт/Ɗєѕc → ᴹᵛ┃ᴹˢ┃ᴮᶤ → ᴰᵃʳᵏ┃ᴹᵃᵗᵘʳᵉ ✘ 【»ƦƬ?«】

Um, hello, Killer Scars. Would you be interested in French kissing my rear?

. . . . . Cocks gun. [CoCo Bean.]

"Entertain yourself. Or at least try." x.com/unholypsycho/s…

Both eyes narrowed down to slits, placing the gun in it's holster. "A dare huh? You guys /still/ play that, CoCo Bean.?"

"I'm starting to wonder if I should have taken my shot."

"Don't take it to heart, pal. I'll be honest with you, I've had lots of weird things said to me. My reactions are basically an instinct now"

⎯ come to CoCo Bean..

"Naaaaah, you're fine. Name's Braeden, what might yours be?"

"Oh you're adorable." A snicker was exhaled before a pinky wrapped around CoCo Bean.'s own; Sealing their little 'deal'. "Better?"

"A pleasure I hope. Not as fortunate meeting new people who are actually /good/."

"It seems so. And you're blushing, which bumps up the scale." After a moment or so Braeden had let go of CoCo Bean.' pinky.

⎯problem, really. Speakin' the truth here." [CoCo Bean.]