"The Seamstresses Guild go waaaaaaaay back." I pass smoothies back down the line.
Looking down at my watch, I see the time.
"Huh. Carry me Tox." I fall asleep over his shoulder.
Knife shrugs and falls into step with Dot. "So, havn't seen you around in a while maet, not since, uh, that swamp planet that I can't remember the name of."
"...Considering her drug-induced state, violently. Considering a hopefully sober state, negatively. It's hardly like we're really in a relationship otherwise, though."
Truning to Knife, I shrug. "I've mainly been doing other RPs and stuff. That and lots of shooting of things."
To demonstrate, I fire a Colt .22 bullet into Trilby's face.
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