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@TheFragginLobo
Intergalactic Merc. Crushin’ Skulls & Cold Ones . No Kill Limit. Chain Enthusiast. #DCRP
╰┈➤ ❝ [Descriptive/Literate] ❞ ╰┈➤ ❝ [Ships with chem • bi] ❞ ╰┈➤ ❝ [RTs and Likes appreciated] ❞ »»———- #Solace ———-««
He jolted upright on the park bench, grime on his jacket. He squinted at the skyline, muttering, "The– fragg..?" Scratched his head, checked his pocket and pulls out a cigar, placing it between his lips as he checks for a lighter. Sees the reader walking. "Whaddya looking at?"
Tips his cowboy hat, flexing one arm with a wide grin. "Space ain’t big enough for this much badass, partner." #SeductiveSundayᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
"Hell nah. I’m the solution, string-bean."
“Still don’t see how you’re the problem?”
"Easy, blondie. Just here for the view… and maybe to wreck whatever Boy Scout mess you’re babysitting today." He kicked back on his hog, engine rumbling like a warning growl. "Relax. If I wanted trouble, you’d already be knee-deep in it."
⠀ She’s side eyeing @TheFragginLobo, a scowl on her face. Wherever he went, trouble followed. This couldn’t be good. “ What do you want ? ” ⠀
"Heh, bars ain’t never held the Main Man, Johnny. Closest I get to locked up is a bar tab I ain’t paid!"
John crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Sure. Lobo Day. Comes right after we put your ass behind bars where the fireworks won’t reach.”
"Damn right, somethin’ needs doin’, start with namin’ a holiday after me, frag-face."
“Something needs to be done with Lobo…”
Lobo flicked the smoldering cigar into the swampy muck, smirking as it hissed. "Ya bad company, swampy." He flips him off as he mounted his space hog with a roar and vanish into the stars in a blaze of smoke and engine fire.
“Something needs to be done with Lobo…”