Fuck no. D gets the word out an' that sun of a bitch bails. Gotta get D's people checkin' for dracs.
[ Because Party's taking care of Pumpkin himself, thank you very much.
After a few seconds of eyeballing the horizon, he finally steps away from the window and towards one of the backrooms. And smacks Kobra upside the head on the way there, for good measure. ]
[ He barely flinches at the smack, because Party's behavior is hardly new to him and he's had worse, but as far as he's concerned, he'd handled the situation the best he could. Party can't really expect him to be safe all the time and not try to get information when the opportunity arises. No one important died, anyway, so no harm done. ]
Yeah? Where're you goin' while Jet patches me up?
[ Because hell if he's letting Party go out all angry on his own right now. This is his unimpressed face, bro. ]
[ He can't expect Kobra to be safe all of the time, but that doesn't mean he's happy when Kobra's in danger. As much as he's not exactly the best person at communicating, Kobra is still not only part of his crew, but his brother. And, despite how much of an asshole Party Poison is, he takes care of his own. A lot of people know that laying a hand on Kobra Kid means that Party Poison will definitely be gunning for them soon after.
He grumbles something in response, scavenging around in the supply room. He comes back out and smacks a bottle of water down on the counter by the blonde, turning to move towards the manequins, apparently to get some of his gear on. ]
[ It's sporting a new scorch mark or two, but he doubts anyone would consider that worth noting.
He take the bottle and drinks some of it slowly. There's no point in drinking so fast that he can't absorb any of it and he's definitely at least a little dehydrated. ]
Plannin' on takin' it somewhere?
[ Party can have whatever ideas he wants, but Kobra's not letting him run off by himself all guns blazing without backup, especially not when he's being all emotional and moody about it. ]
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[ Because Party's taking care of Pumpkin himself, thank you very much.
After a few seconds of eyeballing the horizon, he finally steps away from the window and towards one of the backrooms. And smacks Kobra upside the head on the way there, for good measure. ]
Jet'll patch you up, y' fucking crashqueen.
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Yeah? Where're you goin' while Jet patches me up?
[ Because hell if he's letting Party go out all angry on his own right now. This is his unimpressed face, bro. ]
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And, despite how much of an asshole Party Poison is, he takes care of his own. A lot of people know that laying a hand on Kobra Kid means that Party Poison will definitely be gunning for them soon after.
He grumbles something in response, scavenging around in the supply room. He comes back out and smacks a bottle of water down on the counter by the blonde, turning to move towards the manequins, apparently to get some of his gear on. ]
Any damage on the bike?
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[ It's sporting a new scorch mark or two, but he doubts anyone would consider that worth noting.
He take the bottle and drinks some of it slowly. There's no point in drinking so fast that he can't absorb any of it and he's definitely at least a little dehydrated. ]
Plannin' on takin' it somewhere?
[ Party can have whatever ideas he wants, but Kobra's not letting him run off by himself all guns blazing without backup, especially not when he's being all emotional and moody about it. ]
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He doesn't answer right away, "busy" putting on his holster and grabbing his jacket. ]
Goin' on a joyride.
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At least take Ghoul with you if you're gonna go on a man-hunt. Gonna get yourself ghosted like a dumbass if he's got protection.
[ Yup just another day of calling Party on his shit. He's not sorry. ]
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[ Says the one who's...yeah. ]
G's gonna have t' keep an eye around here t' make sure they didn't trail ya.
(a million years later...)
[ Kobra pushes himself to his feet, ignoring the pain, and hobbles towards Party like he's ready to tie him down if he has to. ]
Re: (a million years later...)
You don't be an idiot. What are you gonna do, tie me down?
[ Well. ]