[He rubs his knee, hissing between his teeth at the sensitivity there. It's not the first time, though, so he at least converts the temporary pain into something else — mostly his patented slow-burning aggravation that Slit and Nux are probably most familiar with: aimless cursing and muttering. He takes the opportunity she gives in her surprise and apology to snatch up the shotgun with one hand, pointing sternly at her with the other as he wobbles on one foot.]
Good with a gun, bad at aiming at the right people.
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He breathes in deep, head swiveling nearly in a full frustrated circle, as he looks at the wall for a hot second before glancing at her with a much softer expression; his brow furrows, frustration left dried up with the throb of his knee joint. He's good now. The gun hangs in his grip.]
You're new; this isn't home.
[Huff.]
Different planet.
[Nah that's cool Max, just dump that on her immediately.]
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Good with a gun, bad at aiming at the right people.
[hello this is a max lecture and it's approximately a sentence long
He breathes in deep, head swiveling nearly in a full frustrated circle, as he looks at the wall for a hot second before glancing at her with a much softer expression; his brow furrows, frustration left dried up with the throb of his knee joint. He's good now. The gun hangs in his grip.]
You're new; this isn't home.
[Huff.]
Different planet.
[Nah that's cool Max, just dump that on her immediately.]