Perhaps. He's not sure, but he thinks it's broken.

That.. That sounds like a lot of waiting around. And that sounds boring.

..That sounds like a lot of waiting around. Also, he's not sure if he's even allowed on certain bases. He's, uh.. Well, he's not very well-liked.

Good.

Sticking a few new patches to his wall collection. "Looks like your luck ran out, Yankee boy." He can't help but grin as he places a dull stars-and-stripes at the top, before taking a step back, arms crossed.

It happens when you work and play hard.

Either that, or it's the dried brain matter on my pants.

He sees a tall, strong, handsome man capable of absurd amounts of violence. So, a hunk.

I heard that.

C'mere.

Father's Day... Bleh. Where's Killa? I'm gonna go drink with him.

Good to know.

You're one of the few people I don't actively want to rip in half, so you're also of a special status.

Yes, yes I am. Was prescribed mood stabilizers, but uh..

Fuck you.

Call him a freak again. I dare you.

Calling me a freak, that's fair. But him? No. He's great. Beautiful, even. So be nice.

You're pretty alright, undeniably so. You're also not a huge pain in the ass that gets on my nerves.

"Only if it's an AP-M round."

"Only one way to find out, no?"