by Signal Static
Okay sleep well!
*she shakes her head* not really honestly... I was just kind of going with the crowd.
Grier shrugs, "not my problem. Anywhere you two need to go particularly..?"
Maddox slinks back into wherever he was. The sounds of metal being hammered and lasers cutting stuff is heard.
I think I'm gonna head to bed too]
Well... guess that's a no to the help then...
Imma head to bed now sooo ꒰´ ु-௰ू-॰`꒱⋆｡˚✩ɢ∞פ ɴⅈɢhт ༘*ೄ˚))
Woah...thanks!-thumbs up back- imma head back home -yells- THANKS CRAZY PEOPLE FOR THE HELP!-runs out, and if you look close enough you can see Mcfluffer fucker under his shirt hanging on for dear life XD--Silas
Oh geez. Would you like some help? *looking at Silas's neck while talking to him*
Grier, after a few minutes comes back. Maddox follows him "So should I make a full shipment or...?" He asks. "Yeah, I'll get you the materials and whatever is on this list." He shoves a piece of paper into his cloak.
Amos glances at Silas and after a moment of staring the blood leaking out of his neck rolls back and dries over the wound. The tall man gives him a thumbs up