Hey, yo! You reached uh, me! You should know who this is, right? Anyway, you must'a caught me at a bad time, so, uh. Leave a message! I'll get back to you soon as I can. Love and Peace!
Glad to hear it. The city's huge, and uh. I still. Kin'da get lost sometimes.
[ this place is nothing like home. ]
Oh--him? That's Brad. I found him a few days outside of my usual breakfast haunt. He's a thomas, they're a sort of giant desert bird from my home planet? They've got sweet temperaments and are better than horses are for getting around.
I'm still getting used to that. She tried to walk me off a bridge the other day, though.
[done tying up brad, he's gonna bounce over towards the tall blonde man, giving a thumbs up.]
Hopefully they carry .45 rounds. My gun's a bit... old. [ 150 years old.
He's gonna open the shop door, hold it for caesar, and then go inside. And then pause, because dear god, he's not seen a gun store this well put together in his life. ]
[ he has to nod along. Honestly, if he were more of a gun aficionado, he might appreciate a lot of the weaponry in here--but. he fancied his pistol best of all. ]
I did. It's a really old model, but. It uses old ammo, so there should be some here. [ ...if not, he could always pick up a gun that fires .22s, he supposes. ]
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[He puts his phone away as Vash ties the thomas to the pole.]
I'd bet it's a nice ride though, especially on a... sorry, what's your friend there called?
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[ this place is nothing like home. ]
Oh--him? That's Brad. I found him a few days outside of my usual breakfast haunt. He's a thomas, they're a sort of giant desert bird from my home planet? They've got sweet temperaments and are better than horses are for getting around.
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[He grins a little at the description.]
Very cool.
[Once Vash is done tying Brad up, he gestures towards the shop.]
Shall we?
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I'm still getting used to that. She tried to walk me off a bridge the other day, though.
[done tying up brad, he's gonna bounce over towards the tall blonde man, giving a thumbs up.]
Hopefully they carry .45 rounds.
My gun's a bit... old. [ 150 years old.
He's gonna open the shop door, hold it for caesar, and then go inside.
And then pause, because dear god, he's not seen a gun store this well put together in his life. ]
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[He slides his hands in his pockets as he heads inside, then lets out a low whistle.
He steps away from the door so Vash can step in as well.]
Pretty impressive place here. [Once Vash looks like he's ready to get to looking around, Caesar speaks up again--] You said .45, right?
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[ he has to nod along. Honestly, if he were more of a gun aficionado, he might appreciate a lot of the weaponry in here--but. he fancied his pistol best of all. ]
I did.
It's a really old model, but. It uses old ammo, so there should be some here.
[ ...if not, he could always pick up a gun that fires .22s, he supposes. ]