RE: Masks 2
06-29-2019, 06:33 AM
"Eh, it's fine. Listen, at least ya didn't make yer handle when you were thirteen," Sam made his when he was sixteen, "I've met some folks runnin' 'round callin' themselves 'REDBLADE' and 'LASERGRIM'. A little pun ain't nothin' to be ashamed of."
He bent down to pick up a pebble.
"My whole deal... Well, it's a mess of things. I'm good at shootin', throwin', and dodgin'. What's yers? No, wait, let me guess it... Nobody can hurt ya as long as yer talkin'."
Sam flicked the pebble to knock over Jim's drink while he wasn't paying attention.
"Naw, sorry, that's not how this namin' thing always works. If that's how it worked, I'd control gravity or somethin'."
He bent down to pick up a pebble.
"My whole deal... Well, it's a mess of things. I'm good at shootin', throwin', and dodgin'. What's yers? No, wait, let me guess it... Nobody can hurt ya as long as yer talkin'."
Sam flicked the pebble to knock over Jim's drink while he wasn't paying attention.
"Naw, sorry, that's not how this namin' thing always works. If that's how it worked, I'd control gravity or somethin'."