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not_from_mars and stardustflying; he's asleep at the end of this little fic-bit, so you can come in and leave without waking him up or you can wake him up, either way. OOC comments are chill, too. Woo!))
Standing in front of the closet, he sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and looked over its contents. The dark clothes he favored; a few technological bits and bobs he'd picked up in his travels and thought might come in handy. The two guns propped in the back of the closet, both salvaged long ago from Van Statten's museum, kept drawing his eye—one, massive, black, two-handed, very hooah testosterone; the other, more plastic-bubble-gun, Marvin-the-Martian, shoots-a-little-flag-that-reads-BANG. Dated from the same era as K-9, that one. He had a fondness for that design period.
( Should he hide those? )
not_from_mars and stardustflying; he's asleep at the end of this little fic-bit, so you can come in and leave without waking him up or you can wake him up, either way. OOC comments are chill, too. Woo!))Standing in front of the closet, he sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and looked over its contents. The dark clothes he favored; a few technological bits and bobs he'd picked up in his travels and thought might come in handy. The two guns propped in the back of the closet, both salvaged long ago from Van Statten's museum, kept drawing his eye—one, massive, black, two-handed, very hooah testosterone; the other, more plastic-bubble-gun, Marvin-the-Martian, shoots-a-little-flag-that-reads-BANG. Dated from the same era as K-9, that one. He had a fondness for that design period.
( Should he hide those? )
