[ Kile "Cyanide" Lucas ] [ Lieutenant ] [ Tags: Allan ]
Cyanide blinked, glancing up at the other lieutenant for a moment before he turned his gaze back to his blade. "It's goin' great! I'm having a blast!" He exclaimed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "What about you?" He asked, deciding to sheath his weapon before they continued on with their conversation. Once it was safely put away, the male crossed his arms over his chest and leaned more casually against the wall as he stared down at the other's dog. "I probably say this to every dog, and I've probably told you before, but you've got a cute dog." He murmured, his eyes flickering up to Allan's face. "But yeah. What about you?"
"I'm not sure what's worse, my ability to think normally or my ability to think at all . . ."