07-23-2014, 10:36 PM
He stared at her for a moment, somewhat surprised by the level of reaction. She tried to recover, and to hide the smile that almost popped up, but her thoughts seemed entirely scattered. "Yeah well, I give all the girls that try to kill me presents."
She jumped from a topic worth discussing to being home-sick in a snap, and he just sighed quietly before standing, grabbing the AK-74, now fully assembled. "Your people find one that deserves killing, and I'll be right there with ya, Candy. They drum up another one like that play-boy shit Jaxen, and you're on your own."
He moved to the storage closet, went through the motions, and opened the trap door to the weapons locker, where he quickly deposited the rifle with his other toys. On his return, after it was all locked up again, he returned to the table. "Honestly? No. That implies regret. Far as they know, their son died a long time ago, and I'm okay with that. This side of the pond, there's money. Jobs. Fucking food. Back there? One state's an irradiated wasteland for fuck sake."
He hadn't looked in on his parents since early after his 'death.' They'd taken the news hard, but had gotten over it.
Hood rested his hands on the back of the chair, remaining standing, and drummed his fingers against it idly. "'course, end of the day, America all the way, right? Those fuckers in Congress'll get their shit together some day. Or some General will finally step up and have the whole lot of those corrupt shitbird politicians shot."
She jumped from a topic worth discussing to being home-sick in a snap, and he just sighed quietly before standing, grabbing the AK-74, now fully assembled. "Your people find one that deserves killing, and I'll be right there with ya, Candy. They drum up another one like that play-boy shit Jaxen, and you're on your own."
He moved to the storage closet, went through the motions, and opened the trap door to the weapons locker, where he quickly deposited the rifle with his other toys. On his return, after it was all locked up again, he returned to the table. "Honestly? No. That implies regret. Far as they know, their son died a long time ago, and I'm okay with that. This side of the pond, there's money. Jobs. Fucking food. Back there? One state's an irradiated wasteland for fuck sake."
He hadn't looked in on his parents since early after his 'death.' They'd taken the news hard, but had gotten over it.
Hood rested his hands on the back of the chair, remaining standing, and drummed his fingers against it idly. "'course, end of the day, America all the way, right? Those fuckers in Congress'll get their shit together some day. Or some General will finally step up and have the whole lot of those corrupt shitbird politicians shot."