Snippet #2110599

Laurence glanced up, a peeved look on his face, as he heard Alley greet him. "How many times must I remind you that my name is Laurence, not Lauren?" he asked, setting down his rifle on the bed next to him to cross his arms in front of his chest, a gesture clearly signifying the fact that he was rather annoyed. "Isn't a million times enough for you to finally get it?"

Upon hearing Alley's offer to go see the new Mechas, Laurence's face quickly softened, his eyebrows rising from their frown and his lips curling out of their scowl. Despite seeming like it, he actually wasn't mad, although perhaps a bit annoyed. It took a lot more than an incorrect name to get Laurence angry at one of his friends, and he considered Alley a friend.

"I can't say I'm all that interested in Mechas, but sure. It's always nice to see what I have to depend on to save my life once I'm out of ammunition, even if I can't make heads or tails of them. I never understood how all of you tech-y people manage to understand how those giant hulking metal creatures work." Laurence stood up, carefully putting all of the pieces of the rifle together and slinging it across his back. This may have seemed like a bit of an odd gesture, but it was really purely because Laurence was completely paranoid, and always liked to be armed. Circumstances when he couldn't carry a weapon - such as the meeting he was at earlier in the day - always worried him.

He adjusted his jacket slightly, tugging at one of the shoulders and making sure it was sitting properly on his chest. Laurence was always self-conscious about his clothes, always feeling like they made his body seem incredibly curvy, even when it wasn't. "So, shall we go, then?" the male asked, setting his military-style cap on his head. Laurence was always dressing in full uniform, even one his free days. He thought it made him look official. Most people thought that he was perhaps just a tad enthusiastic about being a member of the Reds.