Post by Frankie Guidicini on Sept 26, 2008 22:09:29 GMT -7
>>"That...well that, is a good point. Can't imagine who I would've been stuck with if I had bothered to actually shoot one of these fine gentleman. Hell, if I had shot the seemingly only black man down here I'd be stuck with someone that I assume would be far more inept," Arkins slurred, nodding carefully along. Proud of himself for paying a (somewhat confusing) compliment to Kasim.<<
Kasim shifted his weight back and forth to both feet. "Um..." He said softly and then just shook his head. "I don't really know how to take that comment. But you're inebriated and I really don't want to upset you. So um...Yeah. Thanks maybe?" Frankie smiled and drank some beer.
>>"Bastard could reach right in you and fix your liver up after a hard days drowning of one's sorrows. Loved the bugger like a brother. Loved all those buggers like brothers."<<
"Ahh, to be bothers-in-arms and drinking buddies! Glorious days...And half-assed drunken nights!" Frankie smiled crookedly through the alcohol and began humming an old German drinking song that she had picked up during the Great War among the German Forces she spied on. "Ein, zwei, gezufa!" She sang silently.
>>"Thanks you great ugly monkey. Hey, here's hoping we get sent out on mission together, I can show you my stuff. Make up for all the shooting at you I did," Arkins said with a loud laugh, punching Hellboy in the arm.
"You too, my pretty British bird. Though I'd prefer we be on a bit more amicable terms before I ask you to watch my back. Anyway I can speed up that process eh?" <<
"Now now, just because I happen to be drinking in the same room with you, which doesn't qualify as drinking with you in my book, doesn't mean I'll be what I said last time we parted ways, Perhot' podzalupnaya. Even though we've talked, I'm still plenty pissed. But I'll guarantee that I won't purposefully let you be killed. Just wounded, like."
Kasim shifted his weight back and forth to both feet. "Um..." He said softly and then just shook his head. "I don't really know how to take that comment. But you're inebriated and I really don't want to upset you. So um...Yeah. Thanks maybe?" Frankie smiled and drank some beer.
>>"Bastard could reach right in you and fix your liver up after a hard days drowning of one's sorrows. Loved the bugger like a brother. Loved all those buggers like brothers."<<
"Ahh, to be bothers-in-arms and drinking buddies! Glorious days...And half-assed drunken nights!" Frankie smiled crookedly through the alcohol and began humming an old German drinking song that she had picked up during the Great War among the German Forces she spied on. "Ein, zwei, gezufa!" She sang silently.
>>"Thanks you great ugly monkey. Hey, here's hoping we get sent out on mission together, I can show you my stuff. Make up for all the shooting at you I did," Arkins said with a loud laugh, punching Hellboy in the arm.
"You too, my pretty British bird. Though I'd prefer we be on a bit more amicable terms before I ask you to watch my back. Anyway I can speed up that process eh?" <<
"Now now, just because I happen to be drinking in the same room with you, which doesn't qualify as drinking with you in my book, doesn't mean I'll be what I said last time we parted ways, Perhot' podzalupnaya. Even though we've talked, I'm still plenty pissed. But I'll guarantee that I won't purposefully let you be killed. Just wounded, like."