oh, fuck right off with that. you wouldn't know a mindblowing time if it sat on your face.
[ Aranea is more than happy to knock him down a peg. Or seven. She can't have him getting a big head, after all.
She doesn't respond to his answer to her question, instead opting to don her armor and take the first available dropship out to Galdin Quay. It doesn't take her overly long to arrive, though she maintains her radio silence even as she locates the Regalia, parked just outside of the resort. With a roll of her eyes, she saunters down the ramp towards the actual drop of the ship, lance in hand as she surveys the ground below.
With a long-suffering heave of a sigh, she jumps, living up to her dragoon title as she aims the head of her lance just shy of the Regalia's right-hand side. While she'd considered tearing a hole into the damn thing's roof, she didn't want to be saddled with exorbitant repair costs at the end of the day. It's with that in mind that she dives towards the ground, embedding the blade of her lance into the dirt as she uses its haft as leverage to descend upon it.
Aranea glares at Prompto through the slats of her helm when she straightens, folding her arms across her chest. She leans forward, the window muffling her voice when she speaks. ]
If you were dead I could harvest your organs and sell 'em, depending on how quickly I got to you. So no, you're totally of more use to me dead than alive, presently speaking.
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you wouldn't know a mindblowing time if it sat on your face.
[ Aranea is more than happy to knock him down a peg. Or seven. She can't have him getting a big head, after all.
She doesn't respond to his answer to her question, instead opting to don her armor and take the first available dropship out to Galdin Quay. It doesn't take her overly long to arrive, though she maintains her radio silence even as she locates the Regalia, parked just outside of the resort. With a roll of her eyes, she saunters down the ramp towards the actual drop of the ship, lance in hand as she surveys the ground below.
With a long-suffering heave of a sigh, she jumps, living up to her dragoon title as she aims the head of her lance just shy of the Regalia's right-hand side. While she'd considered tearing a hole into the damn thing's roof, she didn't want to be saddled with exorbitant repair costs at the end of the day. It's with that in mind that she dives towards the ground, embedding the blade of her lance into the dirt as she uses its haft as leverage to descend upon it.
Aranea glares at Prompto through the slats of her helm when she straightens, folding her arms across her chest. She leans forward, the window muffling her voice when she speaks. ]
If you were dead I could harvest your organs and sell 'em, depending on how quickly I got to you. So no, you're totally of more use to me dead than alive, presently speaking.