Lito Quezon Son of Dionysus • Fugitive
Lito:The gang member confidently strolls up to the cabin, knocking loudly. "Hello? Do y'all make the weapons or what?" He waits a second, before pounding on the door again. "Aye! Open up man. I got a request." He's too confident and self-empowered to think about the possibility that they're busy. he boy pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and starts smoking. Man, they're taking forever.
Shay: Oh, xe heard the door for sure. Of course, xe partly wanted to say 'go away' but the only reason xe didn't, was because xe had feeling it'll be at least something worth xer time. Xe goes to open the door, looking unamused whatsoever. "What do you want?"
Lito: He nods his head at the assumed chick at the door. "Sup. You got anyone in there who can help me out with a weapons issue?" A scowl crossed his face. "Thye took my fucking guns, so now I have to get one of those shit ass relics from the past." Nerds coo when they see swords. Him personally? All that shit is pointless when you have a gun.