[ He popped another chip in his mouth, a chuckle rumbling in his throat as he dusted his fingers off. ]

Pretty sure I'll still be the one getting scruffed by the neck for it.

[ He made a small note to not test those waters again; he figured the wound was still too tender to the touch, and best avoided. He let the past lie after that--he wasn't one to dump things unbidden into a cup that was already full. At least when not when he liked the person enough to care about their well-being, he wouldn't. ]

I know--all the little secret weapons? He's takin' after us, it's so sweet.

[ His coo was teasing. ]

He's got pretty good with 'em. You've probably seen him handle them by now. Shit, did he tell you about the bike he's got though? I've been prowling around the WRO tryin' to find another one to take out on a joyride, but wouldn't you know? Blondie's got the only one like it.

I even tried making puppy eyes at Reeve to get a replica. No dice with that guy, and I got sent out on an assignment to Kalm.

[ He pouted into another crab-dip laden chip. ]