anyway. boothill slams into the plane in that burst of color and light, and the voice, the nickname - fury flashes across strohl's face again, at this whole damned situation, at the auditors, at the whole place.
he swallows, hard, at raw, mortal emotion laid bare, and adds another can of gasoline to the mental flame burning low at the injustice of this situation, to the desire to burn it all to the ground. ]
Yeah. [ low ] He's not heavy. Won't need too many to carry him out.
[ damn the guy just lost an arm you dont have to call him a twink while you're at it ]
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anyway. boothill slams into the plane in that burst of color and light, and the voice, the nickname - fury flashes across strohl's face again, at this whole damned situation, at the auditors, at the whole place.
he swallows, hard, at raw, mortal emotion laid bare, and adds another can of gasoline to the mental flame burning low at the injustice of this situation, to the desire to burn it all to the ground. ]
Yeah. [ low ] He's not heavy. Won't need too many to carry him out.
[ damn the guy just lost an arm you dont have to call him a twink while you're at it ]