Out of Character: On the fifth day of Christmas a Han Solo gave to me, a tai fighter in a docking bay--- *Shot'd for being a dork* @____@
IC:
Woozer raised his upper lip, exposing his canines, but made no move to attack the inquisitive paramite. Vaguely Lou remembered a time when Woozer would shred anything he liked; those days had all but vanished since then. Woozer was too old to pick fights with anybody anymore.
Lou nodded at the sherrif. "Why we standin' around here for? Lets go give a big ol' western welcome to the new guy!"
She nudged Woozer to his feet with her foot, making the sleg grumble.
Out of Coffee: Just a heads up Odd Prodigy, Lou is a talented Steef Hunter and has a gun with her, and is heading to the bar now. (We can pretend she didn't notice Umber walking to the bar. ^^)
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