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โจWritten by Arch / @/Joandearch
At this point he's just a old man rotting in the cold airs of the mountains but surprise, he still remembered his awakening day.
Time to enjoy an extra mug of coffee and an extra pack of camel.
"Doesn't matter to me," his raspy voice came out, it would seem like all that nicotine were getting to his throat- but he immediately downed some more booze to clear his throat.
He's an Android anyway, doesn't matter which guns had more firepower. They all bounced off him like--
-- he had bulletproof vest for his entire body.
"I just run a risky business. I love the thrill.... Yet I wanted to live like my sister as well, so I needed the money,"
He reached down for a lighter and a rolled joint and slid them across the coffee table for Nict to grab. --
"Right," a sly smirk curled his lips at that question. You could tell Seventeen was tired and it somewhat tugged at his skin, but he was quite experienced and sneaky.
So many secrets he held. Those guns? Yeah, those were on sale- but there's hardly visitors here. The doors --
-- plunged into depression and loneliness. Then.... he made use of his impervious Android body to perform illegal activities at ease. Just for money and fun.
"Yes and no. Someone supplied me, and I rolled it up myself. How, you ask? A secret."
There's a vast underground--
Of course. Why waste perfectly juicy and flavorful deer carcass?
He's wondering if Broly ever tasted the delicacy of earth meat...
"I don't need to eat, but for pleasure," came his cold and curt reply before he chugged down the bottle. If he was a normal human, he'd have been badly intoxicated at this point.
Even his alcoholic tolerance isn't limitless however. He settled down the bottle a bit and tried--
Even as he took out the glass bottles, Seventeen sneezed as specks of dust fluttered about from inside a cardboard box.
30 seconds of head scratch. He needed to figure out how to treat guests properly for a drink since he doesn't even have glass to cheers with.
A hot coffee--
-- mug would suffice, right? A container is a container after all.
So he's just pouring the booze into the mug and handed it to the other. He wanted to relax a little, so he shrugged off his beige jacket and plopped down onto a cough before glugging his share.
"....." --