Tirum Lance

"You'd give a few junkers I know a heart attack by casually admitting to that. But things out here aren't the same as back home." He still shook his head disapprovingly.

I'm not so sure you can say that if you're the one that turned them into a horse

|| hawkmoon

|| and Crow's hand cannon but idr what it's called

|| I SEE THE LAMENT ON MY TIMELINE

"W- why just leave it? Out of gas?" He scoffed quietly, thinking about how ridiculous it was that these people used gasoline for propulsion when they could be powering laser bolts with it. He gave Butch another calculating look. "You got another bike nearby?"

[He liked that she gave so much serious consideration to his suggestions. And at the proposal for another proposal, he nodded.]

I think that can be arranged. Whether that's months from now or not, I know who I want to be with.

I haven't died but I killed my clone... so... A version of me died?

He hadn't heard of the TunnelSnakes, but he also hadn't been paying a whole ton of attention to the various gangs in the wastes, so it didn't bother him too much. "What happened to the motorcycle?"

[After the kiss, he leaned back, unable to stop the grin curling his lips from remaining as long as she remained in sight.]

Would you like a more dramatic marriage proposal in the future?

usually do? What *are* you good at?

Name's Tirum, by the way."

Oh great. A guy who talks a lot. Tirum kept his expression neutral, sliding his hands deeper into his pocket while keeping his gaze fixed on the man. "I'm a terrific shot, but that's beside the point at the moment. If you're a bad shot and you don't know a ton about fixing stuff, what do you

"No, and I'm not looking for a shoot-out, I just get a lot of 'can you fix this' requests, so I thought I'd cut to the chase and ask."

"Engineer. Inventor... mechanic. Just making conversation or do you need something?" He glanced at the man again, scrutinizing him and his appearance.

Rage won't save me but it will make me the only thing left.

"No," he shook his head, eyeing the cigarette. "Already survived and ended one vice and I'm not keen to start another. Thanks for the offer."

He thought about trying to explain, but decided against it, opting instead to lean against the wall and stare at the stars.

"Electromagnetic conductivity of neodymium alloys." He glanced at the cigarette but said nothing, his arms still folded over his torso.

"Good as ever. Pacing's just how I think." He stopped, shoving his hands into his jacket. "You?"

"He... wasn't the best dad."

Pacing.

Kark, I didn't miss Sith.

Kick his ass.

I'm trying not to think about that.

Oh! Well. [He leaned in for a kiss.]

Okay so now that you're my fiancee, can I yell at the dragon?

Well, I could have waited for a better time, but I chose not to.

It sucked. Anyway! You got any stew?

[smoothly] hey you wanna marry me?

[panic]