Home sweet home [Me + invited]

[Silver]

Her chuckle was fast in reply. Her laugh could break glass and ice the blood in someone's veins. Like death was really enjoying a good time.

"I won that Odin.. through blood and death. The Hessians weren't too keen at the time to give anyone a gun, nevermind an Odin. It means respect, love. Somethin' anyone and anythin' wants in this hellhole in the universe. I just want it clean of tanglin' issues like security and shiz."

Silver gulped the remaining contents of the glass and sighed in delight. She then skidded the glass over the counter for a refill.

"You can have that one outside to rebuild, or contact the Hessianos down in the Omegas for parts to repair, as it pertains a Reaver. Not new, since we now have the access to it all. But why you, love? Well. You're a Reaver, aren't ya? And any Reaver knows the meanin' of rule number one."

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[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop