whoa, buddy, you okay? you hit your head pretty hard back there! what? OCs? carrd? godmodding? i think you're a little shaken up! come on now, the pizza rolls are almost done. why don't you relax and pick out a movie while I grab them?
"I can tell you're not married," Limbo scoffed, sliding shifting the car into drive, "Besides, that's exactly how you get 'em. Oh...babe...I've been stabbed...help me...owie... Then you're in business."
The killer laughed, peeling away from the crime scene in a cloud of sand. The interior of the ancient car hummed, giving the impression that Limbo's coupe was both very fast and very janky. Limbo and his car were much like one another - two deeply antisocial machines, barely held together at the seams by seemingly nothing but malevolent energy and a desire to cause as much trouble in the shortest amount of time. He didn't have the heart to warn Smokes that the passenger window wouldn't roll back up.
"I can't fault you for keeping a clear mind, I guess," he responded. One of the many rattling, buzzing noises emanating from the car was from a half-empty can of Red Bull in the cup holder. At the thought of it, Limbo took a sip, the straw disappearing into some mystery hole in the bottom of his screen. "For me, there's blood in my drug system."
Smokes and Limbo on a job
@burdened-boy Continued from X
"I think I've had my fill of that," the cyborg chuckled, turning to watch the sun set for a second. The intense smog made the glowing orange demiurge wiggle and flicker. "The faster they go, the faster you get paid."
"You hungry?"
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Smokes only shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head. Yeah he had a point. "Yo but sometime's the boss pays ya extra ta drag it out. Overtime." He barked a laugh, letting those canines flash in the flickering light.
"Staaarving." He growled deeply before he took a long drag of his cigar. He held it for only a moment before blowing it out in thick heavy clouds. Squinting Limbo down with curiosity. "You even eat man?"