Everything in its Right Place ((OPEN-Dirty?))

[Chris]

He smirked a little then, words coming off his lips. Song.

"Girls, you've got to know when it's time to turn the page when you're only wet because of the rain."

Something that didn't make much sense in context, but Chris wasn't thinking contextually.

[Rozumbrad]

"That's all very unimportant," Brad said, climbing to his feet. "But we should find out clothes now, before anyone thinks they're up for the taking."

[Chris]

Chris groaned as he pulled himself to his feet, rubbing his neck behind the collar, a stretch given. "Fiiiine. Be boring. You know, I wanted a nudist colony. I suggested it to Fangor once, and he tried to punch me out."

[Rozumbrad]

"Nude is bad for fighting," Rozumbrad said. "Leaves the delicate bits too open to the enemy. Pants are important. But I fight topless. I don't want my waistcoat ruined, and it's less for them to grab."

[Chris]

"I don't think much about fighting at all," Chris replied.

And, well, it was true.

Could he makethem bleed,and hurt, and have it done with as painfully as possible.

That was what he was trained to do. A brutal assassin.

[Rozumbrad]

"Fighting has been a lot of my job. I need to think about it to survive," Brad pointed out, starting to head to where their clothes were left.

[Chris]

"You think while you fight?" Chris asked, a little bit surprised, cutting across toward the rubble they came from, to where his bag and their collective clothes were. "Wow. That must be why you're good." Really, it was just different with Chris. Everything was different with him.

[Rozumbrad]

"More think before I fight," Rozumbrad corrected. "I like to know I'm going in at an advantage, and not ruining my stuff."

[Chris]

Chris wrinkled his nose a little. "I don't know. I guess you think about things more than I think about things." A bit of a grin. A giggle, even.

[Rozumbrad]

"Well, right now I'm thinking about what to do now," Brad said. "Any plans for the afternoon?"

[Chris]

As Chris hopped around on one foot to pull his boxers back on, he thought. "At some point, was thinking I should drop by the human home, make an appearance. Touch base with my bitch..." Chris's voice trailed off. "Do you want to do something with me?" he asked, face brightening. "We could do something fun." Like whittle!

[Rozumbrad]

Rozumbrad pulled his pants on and shrugged. "I more didn't feel like going back to doing nothing."

[Chris]

"We'll figure out something, then." Chris stretched and yawned as his shirt came on next, then the pants, then sneakers, and finally the bag he pulled around his shoulders.