[if he can keep his mouth shut then maybe he will be the getaway driver.
He's got his own gun drawn at a moment's notice, and though the sound doesn't produce any enemies, his mouth droops. Badou hates this, he hates it so much; how his heart buckles in his chest and how the nostalgia cloys in his nose, practically. Its too much.
After a moment, the gun lowers to his side.]
Nope, go back to the drawing board. [its pretty bad Lavi] Next one, then. [in this abundance of shitty tunnels]
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He's got his own gun drawn at a moment's notice, and though the sound doesn't produce any enemies, his mouth droops. Badou hates this, he hates it so much; how his heart buckles in his chest and how the nostalgia cloys in his nose, practically. Its too much.
After a moment, the gun lowers to his side.]
Nope, go back to the drawing board. [its pretty bad Lavi] Next one, then. [in this abundance of shitty tunnels]