Snippet #2657797

"Yeah but you're a good looking heater. Like the kind of heater you don't have to hide behind furniture because it looks out of place in a living room." He would have continued for a mite longer, as the sudden, and decidedly unfortunate appearance of the living bomb SKIP flashed on his radar. Great. Anyone else could have come. Anyone at all, he'd have been happy with the eternal bitch herself over Skip.

Skip wasn't a bad guy. Makorai had always found him friendly, if a bit too eager if anything, but pleasant. The issue was his excitement brought bouts of radiation at times. Makorai was a man who valued the equipment he had been born with, and he planned to have children some day. War didn't help his chances, and neither did Skip. Right now he was away from one, plucked mid shot by this Rend character. He'd avoid the second for as long as he could.

Which meant moving away from Kora and treating Skip like a girl he was trying to avoid in the canteen. That meant no eye contact, and no attention. It was something that he'd grown good at with practice, but, speaking of girls...what did the local fauna look like? There were a few new species around, endangered by the looks of things, the male to female ratio was simply atrocious.

"Hmm." By now Makorai had detached himself from Kora, and was casting an interested eye around the Arena.

The storm's waters had created a landscape that made his reconnaissance quite rewarding.

He had begun on Madison, who had drawn his attention before this mission he was soloing. She was pretty, but not what he typically looked for. Who else.. 'What about this other girl..' He thought, turning his attention to Adira.

'She seems to have a whole lot to say about the sky and camps....but it's bright out, what the hell is she talking ab-"

He stopped, his eyelids lifted on all sides for a moment as his mind was weighed by the gravity of the treasure chest he was beholding. Gravity was the right word, pulling on her chest, indicating to him the remarkable weight of what was being obscured from his view by two flimsy pieces of material. A masterpiece, easily a D with two sister D's.

"Oh my."

Her lips were moving, she was probably saying words, but words weren't what had captured his attention. How would they move as she walked? He wondered. Surely with a top like hers they would be given the freedom they truly deserved. Free them. Was his motto. His lifestyle. His Dogma. Let them be free. Free at last, thank the almighty free at last.

"Yes."

Makorai's voice was conviction, not a hint of doubt touched his words.

"Yes. I agree."

He had no idea what he was agreeing to, the conversation had flown by him like so many insults in a foreign tongue. Still. Yes.