[ The fact that she goes for an eyepatch over sunglasses makes the corner of his mouth twitch up, expression resembling both amusement and thoughtfulness. He genuinely ponders on it — probably a red flag — and his faint smile widens into a grin. ]
That would look badass.
[ The picture he has in his head is far more attractive than he would be in real life; grizzled, rugged, the eyepatch only adding to his manly appeal. In real life, he'd just look like a dork in an eyepatch.
Still, it's nice to have something to aspire to. ]
I can work it into my cover story, too. Say I got stabbed in the eye during a knife fight, or... whatever.
[ His tone suggests he doesn't have much experience with badass rumbles. ]
And then when people comment on it, I say... [ In a rough, deep, fake voice: ] You should see the other guy. Oh, wait, you can't, because he's dead.
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That would look badass.
[ The picture he has in his head is far more attractive than he would be in real life; grizzled, rugged, the eyepatch only adding to his manly appeal. In real life, he'd just look like a dork in an eyepatch.
Still, it's nice to have something to aspire to. ]
I can work it into my cover story, too. Say I got stabbed in the eye during a knife fight, or... whatever.
[ His tone suggests he doesn't have much experience with badass rumbles. ]
And then when people comment on it, I say... [ In a rough, deep, fake voice: ] You should see the other guy. Oh, wait, you can't, because he's dead.