Pathfinder (-v-):"According to the pilot, less than 10 till we arrive."
Fuse:"Yeeep, -sigh-, should've brought my knife then, should've sharpened it."
Valkyrie: Here you go.
Valkyrie handed Fuse his knife
Valkyrie: Brought it with me for ya.
F:"Ah, thanks love. Didn't think you'd go into my smelly ass room, hehe. Too much gunpowder in there I say. -v-"
Valkyrie: It's fine! Buy me a drink though!
F:"Fair enough. ;v;"
Loba sat next to wattson
Loba: You talk to him yet?
Wattson: Yeah.
Loba: And?
Wattson: Not really well, Mon ami...-
Pathfinder:"Pardon the intrusion madams, but of what do you speak of?"
Wattson: w..wha?
Loba: Who?
P:"I mean, it just seemed like miss Wattson was rather in a state of sadness when you brought up of one talking to her, I just wanted to know."
Wattson: I'm f..fine..-
