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[defendnhills]

WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, GIRLIE?

I do not HAVE TIME for GAMES. Do NOT go looking for places to "put" me. I DO NOT NEED "A Social Outlet". I DO NOT NEED FRIENDS.

Comments

Spoiler: One of them probably involves Dale riding a rocket to great victory.

[not_onyourside]

[Butterfly knife, meet Soldier's back. They're about to get very acquainted if Soldier doesn't knock it off.]

I would appreciate you not zhreatening my agent, comprenez-vous?

<3 I wish you both were at 3 Step. TTnTT These are grantable wishes there.

[rrbando_rambo]

[Well Dale was just about as loath to being called Rudolf as a cheerful chipmunk could be. So have him just folding his arms in mock pouting.]

Dale! It's Dale! An' I suspect I can smell you from a mile away. [What was that smell? Dirty socks? What, does this guy have a terrible roommate situation or something? He must have been sitting in the trenches for days, Dale thought with a significant nose wrinkle. However, when tensions between the two men rose, He pulled his hands into his chest and cradled them close in a very chipmunk manner.]

Isn't there anythin' you two can do ta get along? I tell ya there's no trap! [For emphasis he emptied his pockets; where he supposed both fighters had concealed weapons for battle Dale had safety pins, balloons, and nubs of crayon.]

I wish I had time for a dedicated RP like that. I miss them, and Dale's cute.

[defendnhills]

[Soldier feels the blade at his back and freezes. That dirty, backstabbing coward--]

[However his attention is drawn once again to the chipmunk and his collection of things falling out of his pockets.]

[Growls] Get ALONG? Frenchie here has a KNIFE to my back. If you can even call the bobby pin a knife...

/Adores the both of you

[not_onyourside]

I would not be eef you had any sort of manners when eet came to dealing wez people outside of work.

[He just rolls his eyes, flipping his knife closed and taking a few steps back.]

Now, can we all agree to get along? At least for zhe moment?

Why thank you :D

[defendnhills]

I WILL AGREE TO NOTHING WITH YOU, RED.

...

[He glances down again at Dale, and huffs out a sigh.]

...but I will REFRAIN from KILLING YOU. ... For now.

Can we be friends 4evers? :) [sorry I'm late, so busy D:]

[rrbando_rambo]

It's the two 'a you I worry about. But thanks.

[Despite saying this, he still looked a little rattled, and not meaning it in a rude way. Persistent chipmunk anxiety was to blame.]

Is that a real rocket, Mr. Hill? [Dale and his tail had started to wiggle excitedly.] Can I see it? Oh please oh please? [Now romping in circles around him.]

Yes, we can! I'm gonna keep Solly around here to keep my RP skills fresh. [And me, too. It's cool.]

[defendnhills]

[Watches in befuddlement as you run around him, trying to turn his head here and there to keep up with you.]

YES it is REAL. Yes you can SEE it but you better ONLY use those beedy little eyes of yours. NO PAW PRINTS ON MISS ELLE.

[He drops down to one knee and lowers the rocket launcher from his shoulder to the ground, keeping a careful eye on you. (This can only turn out well.)]

You had better!

[not_onyourside]

You named your rocket launcher?

I should not be surprised.

Please do Solly-mun! <3 and oh gosh, miss elle is missile!

[rrbando_rambo]

Wow! [his tail was a momentary blur.] Miss elle is really somethin'!

[As much as he wanted to see what all the hooks and toggles did, he had to fold his arms back behind him to keep his curiosity from getting the best of him. If he couldn't touch it then...]

...what's it do? C'mon show me what it does!

'Course I would prefer not to be a crater.

[and preferably, neither Dale or the spy is involved with the blasting end of this action.]