The moment I finished my sentence, Annie just looked at me with a slight tinge of unwillingness before she stopped herself from giving me 'advice'. Her eyes then showed a mix of sadness and bitterness and she just sighed heavily before turning around and trying to make their way back.
However, she stopped after a few or so steps then she turned back to me and looked me in the eyes.
"P-Please... do think about what I just said... It's really important to me..."
"Sure... depends..." I half-heartedly said after I lightly sighed.
"..."
"..."
At this point, the two of us just momentarily exchanged glances before we used the time remaining from the break.
As it went on, more food, beverages, and 'services' were sold or rendered though some were trying to figure out the next game from the things being built up in the play area.
However, I couldn't help but notice that almost everyone behind me—the people from Quinn's group—have completely stopped giving snarky comments towards me and my group— even towards the twins, and it wasn't because I saved one of their own.
Saving one of them earned me their respect but the method I used to achieve it earned me something else.
No one was actively showing it but each time I tried to move my hands, the ones close to me would flinch or get stunned in place— unsure of what to do. Furthermore, I noticed how they tried to properly carry themselves around me but it was a hilarious sight.
'They thought I gouge eyes out on a daily basis but fuck it, I'll enjoy the street cred for as long as it would last.'
It didn't take long before some of them tried to get into my good side.
"S-Sir... can I offer you some beer?"
"I'm fine for now, thanks."
"S-Sir... can we offer you some tacos? It's freshly made?"
"I'm fine—"
"How about a burrito, sir?"
"I—"
"Some Jimmy's Cervezas?"
"My girl?"
"Hah?"
"She gives good head—"
"How about some burgers, sir?"
"How about a massage, sir?"
"How about a car wash, sir?"
"How about some tuning, sir?"
"Do you need some oil change, sir?"
"How about a conversion?"
"Do you need some brake fluid?"
"I got a new set of wrenches here so—"
I casually waved them off, "Guys, stop. I'm fine, okay?"
"...!"
[4:59]
[4:58]
'Wait...'
[4:57]
'That's it?'
[4:56]
'Where the fuck do we get the code for the vault?'
At this point, I was still confused by the lack of direction from the fourth game but I noticed that everyone in my group was either staring at me by turning their heads or leaning forward to get a good look.
I chuckled as I shook my head, "Alright, alright... I'll go with the fucking normie, Mik—"
Tatiana cut me off, "No, you're not. I'm going."
Mikhail tried to interject, "But—"
"I'm going. I don't care who I'm with but I'm going."
"Tatiana—"
"Come on! I'm sitting on my butt here for two games already! I gotta burn off the food I ate! What's even the problem?!"
"Well... Hmm. There's no problem, fuck it. Use your axe though."
"Wha— Why?! It's a fucking bitch to clean! Can I just use my—"
"YOU DON'T EVEN CLEAN IT! YOU JUST LEAVE IT OUTSIDE AND WAIT FOR ME TO SEE IT!"
"Ah, right. I'll use it then!"
"..."
At this point, I felt like banging my head into a wall as Tatiana fetched her own version of our axes that could rapidly inject gas or co2 into its target, but Kaley had already pulled out my wakizashi and handed it over to me, handle first.
"Use that too or I'll melt it in a vat of acid," Kaley said menacingly as she stared at me dead in the eyes.
"Ahaha... Sure, sure..."
"Mm-Hmm."
"I doubt I'll get to use it but—"
"No buts, take it."
"R-Right..."
As I was fastening my wakizashi to my belt with my katana, a glint of metal caught my eye and I saw Quinn donning a pair of gloves that looked like a mix of the Atlas Gauntlets and the Fist of Tebigong.
They reached past her elbow and the only thing I could describe it right now was it was cool as fuck.
It had several mechanical parts to support hand and finger movement besides the obvious protection it could provide— but my eyes got glued to the long metal case that was brought up to her.
'If she pulls out that hammer, I'm gonna fucking shit myself.'
Well, let's just say that my pants wouldn't be brown this time because she actually pulled out a halberd/poleaxe variant that was a foot taller than her that had an axe, hammer, and spear sides on one end while having a blunt counterweight on one end.
And her partner had a simple crowbar.
'...'