It wasn't surprising that the reaction might be a little negative. Agrona certainly took offense. I don't blame her, although I agreed with everything that Oxy had to say. (Don't fucking tell him that.) I'd seen little activity from the other soldiers in our little ragtag band. I know Oxy gets out plenty, but the other two had not been battling. I watch Agrona lose her shit and chuckle. Oxy looks to me, wondering if I have anything to add. "Pull your weight then, sweetpea." I'm not drunk, for once, but I'm kind of acting like it, at least verbally. Whatever. "You can do your shit, but you're part of a herd. No lone wolves." I huff a little and look over at Ciceron to see if he has anything to say for himself. I don't really care what he says. Doesn't really matter what I say. Let Oxy do all the talking, I'm in no rush to be the head honcho.
Tag: @[Ciceron]
Used all my creativity on nanowrimo today lol
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*You may do anything you wish with Rostislav excluding dismemberment and death.