With hurt pride and stone faced expression, Boston very reluctantly bit his tongue and decided not to say anything further. No amount of bitter remarks or clever comes back would change Wade's mind or the plan the group would be following. So it was tag up on Boston day? Fine. He'd take it in stride -which for Boston meant literally taking long strides away from the rest of the group and staying away once they got moving. He didn't take being insulted very well, and much like a kid who hadn't gotten their way, he'd pout for a while and eventually get over it.
Then, in a matter of what seemed like seconds one domino fell and knocked over the next, and then the next. Kitty went outside only to stumble upon passing people...possible bandits (figures), sounds were heard in the other room and Yuuta went over to investigate. Boston was tense not liking the fact that the group was separated, vulnerable, easy to pick off. Nothing like his old group, they had a plan A, B, C, and D for every possible situation, they were strategic and it kept everyone safe. The whole dysfunctional misfit group thing they currently had going on made the New Englander uneasy.
With a hand reaching for his gun tucked away in the back of his pants, Frank was with Kitty, and he knew Wade wouldn't let anything happen to her. Meanwhile, Yuuta was on his own against god knows what in the other room. It was about time he got some back up. Boston half jogged into the other room, keeping as quiet as he could ready at a moment's notice to draw his weapon at whoever was ducked behind the desk.
Then, in a matter of what seemed like seconds one domino fell and knocked over the next, and then the next. Kitty went outside only to stumble upon passing people...possible bandits (figures), sounds were heard in the other room and Yuuta went over to investigate. Boston was tense not liking the fact that the group was separated, vulnerable, easy to pick off. Nothing like his old group, they had a plan A, B, C, and D for every possible situation, they were strategic and it kept everyone safe. The whole dysfunctional misfit group thing they currently had going on made the New Englander uneasy.
With a hand reaching for his gun tucked away in the back of his pants, Frank was with Kitty, and he knew Wade wouldn't let anything happen to her. Meanwhile, Yuuta was on his own against god knows what in the other room. It was about time he got some back up. Boston half jogged into the other room, keeping as quiet as he could ready at a moment's notice to draw his weapon at whoever was ducked behind the desk.