[- Hearing that answer, Chipp pauses midstep, boot hovering above the concrete... But after a second he continues on forward again, the antennae on top of his helmet starting to wiggle. For some reason or another.]
Oh yeah? That whatcha into? I meant they blood, 'course...
But fuck that - tell me 'bout them strong, pretty boys you into! Why not? We could use a li'l walkin' 'round topics. Gonna be a bit 'fore we run into any good meals for ya, I'm sure.
[The swap from "guys" to "boys" is very, very much on purpose, of course. He just feels it makes him sound... more obviously gay? Not in a way that'd make sense if he explained it, mind - But there's something to it that "guys" just doesn't have.]
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But after a second he continues on forward again, the antennae on top of his helmet starting to wiggle. For some reason or another.]
Oh yeah? That whatcha into?
I meant they blood, 'course...
But fuck that - tell me 'bout them strong, pretty boys you into! Why not?
We could use a li'l walkin' 'round topics. Gonna be a bit 'fore we run into any good meals for ya, I'm sure.
[The swap from "guys" to "boys" is very, very much on purpose, of course.
He just feels it makes him sound... more obviously gay? Not in a way that'd make sense if he explained it, mind -
But there's something to it that "guys" just doesn't have.]