● Percival "Percy" A. Thurian
● Fifth-Fleet A-Lister. Master-Rank Hunter
● Insect Glaive Main. Flying Wyvern Specialist
● Bug Enthusiast
That almost never happens. He's going to go on a 10km run to try and feel less lazy.
That almost never happens. He's going to go on a 10km run to try and feel less lazy.
“That is good to hear…
Would you like a box of sugar bombs? Free and unopened.”
"Oh, the med stuff? I don't need that! I'm just fine, thanks, lobster guy." Clarice shook her hands free of her currently-oversized shirt and gave him 2 thumbs up.
He did his best to crouch down, trying to appear less… scary.
“Chemicals. Not for you… unless you’re hurt.”
Stims and Radaway. He was a businessman, not a chem dealer.
“That is good to hear…
Would you like a box of sugar bombs? Free and unopened.”
Yall even got deathclaws and shit to contend with, but still find time for bigotry.
Yall even got deathclaws and shit to contend with, but still find time for bigotry.