Post by Tinker on Jul 7, 2023 18:38:11 GMT -5
As more snot flew at Tinker, he could only bother to give a mix between an exhale and a growl as he brought his arm up to shield his face from the fluids. His hands were relatively safe despite the lack of gloves, protected by oversized sleeves. Thankfully, the fabric of the hoodie was rather thick, intentionally so. The feet were more difficult to shield, but he'd probably trudged through worse. At least, he was fairly sure he had. Still didn't feel good.
Initially, Tinker was wary of the weapon flying towards him, before quickly realizing it was merely thrown in his general direction, and that the Konatsian hadn't decided to attack him for some unknown slight. She told him to clean using it, but he simply waved the suggestion off. "Eh, thanks, but I'll manage. Doubt that'll be enough, anyway, 'specially since I'm stickin' around for a bit." Whether she heard him before flying off didn't really matter. Though he was thankful, he could live with this level of filth. He didn't like it, but he could tolerate it. Besides, it wasn't like he planned to touch the guy personally. That was gonna be Striker's job here, thankfully.
Unlike the Anthem, Tinker planned to stay. He didn't really blame her for leaving now, but his desire for cleanliness was easily outweighed by his desire to see how Striker fought in person. She might give him some ideas for how to fight if he could keep up. While he would get to the tournament recordings at some point, it might be easier to emulate techniques he saw in person. Also, he wanted to see this guy get knocked out by Striker, the only reason he hadn't personally attacked him yet. The lights in the sky didn't go unnoticed, though he was still confident that Striker could handle them too. Maybe not as much as Striker, but still plenty confident.
Initially, Tinker was wary of the weapon flying towards him, before quickly realizing it was merely thrown in his general direction, and that the Konatsian hadn't decided to attack him for some unknown slight. She told him to clean using it, but he simply waved the suggestion off. "Eh, thanks, but I'll manage. Doubt that'll be enough, anyway, 'specially since I'm stickin' around for a bit." Whether she heard him before flying off didn't really matter. Though he was thankful, he could live with this level of filth. He didn't like it, but he could tolerate it. Besides, it wasn't like he planned to touch the guy personally. That was gonna be Striker's job here, thankfully.
Unlike the Anthem, Tinker planned to stay. He didn't really blame her for leaving now, but his desire for cleanliness was easily outweighed by his desire to see how Striker fought in person. She might give him some ideas for how to fight if he could keep up. While he would get to the tournament recordings at some point, it might be easier to emulate techniques he saw in person. Also, he wanted to see this guy get knocked out by Striker, the only reason he hadn't personally attacked him yet. The lights in the sky didn't go unnoticed, though he was still confident that Striker could handle them too. Maybe not as much as Striker, but still plenty confident.
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WC: 319
TWC: 1427
WC: 319
TWC: 1427