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[bye_to_yer_head]

What. The bloody hell. Is going on?

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[prpl_assistant]

I'll speak with her and try for reason. Whatever it is, it's not tolerable behavior from her, and I'll make sure it stops.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Ya don't have t' burden yourself none. I'm jus' gonna avoid her an' I should be fine. I don't think she's gonna come hunt me down.

[prpl_assistant]

I'm just doing my job Sniper. It's no problem at all.

[Deja vu much. She could've sworn she's said the EXACT SAME THING to him in Mayfield at one point.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn.

*He scratches his cheek.*

Well .. Thanks fer lettin' me stay here. Guess I should be goin'...

[prpl_assistant]

Take care Sniper. Thanks for helping me out yesterday. If it wasn't for you, I don't think I'd have ever found the gun by myself.

[bye_to_yer_head]

S'not a problem. Happy t' help.

*Aaaaand out the door before he makes this any more awkward. Let us never speak of those ear scratches or belly rubs ever again.*

FFFFfffff...that icon.

[prpl_assistant]

[She watches the door close, before she rubs her temples. What is she doing?

Picking up his mug, she rinses it out. Just as she's trying to rinse out her memories of Mayfield, because it's not helping her, here in Paradise.

No, she definitely will not speak of whatever transpired yesterday to anyone, ever.]