Name's Carlos Mendoza, and you better remember it. I'll be a big deal one day, the Boss says so!
[[SR2 Carlos RP blog.]]
cyber-god started following you
“Ooooh man, sorry. Didn’t mean t’hit a sore spot there, guv’nah.”
Carlos smirked ever-so-slightly, a little proud of himself. That was a decent insult, right? The guy was British or some shit, wasn’t he? He really needed to practice this whole insulting thing…
“So, you some kind of DJ? Or maybe a fashion dude?”
“You’re not even close, mate.” Matt replied. Bloody hell it was the same shit wherever he went, getting mistaken for various things and whatnot. Christ, he had gotten everything for alien to weird emo kid. Did nobody know what a fucking CYBERPUNK was? “The term cyberpunk would be much more appropriate. If you don’t like that term, then gang leader could be applied just as well.”
Before he even had the chance to wonder what the fuck a ‘cyberpunk’ was, Carlos was caught off-guard by the other’s claim of being a gang leader.
So much so that, after a brief second of staring, he burst out laughing like a god damn hyena.
“PFFFFT— You? A gang leader? Ayyy dios mio, you have got to be joking! No self-respectin’ group of gangsters would follow a guy who looks like he stole his getup from the set of a TRON movie, man!”
The Saint took another moment to catch his breath before waving his hand dismissively.
“No, really though, what d’ya do? Stop pullin’ my leg.”
cyber-god started following you
/The Saint squints at the other man in confusion./
There some kind of convention in town right now, or..?
“No, there is no bloody convention— this is my NORMAL attire.”
“Ooooh man, sorry. Didn’t mean t’hit a sore spot there, guv’nah.”
Carlos smirked ever-so-slightly, a little proud of himself. That was a decent insult, right? The guy was British or some shit, wasn’t he? He really needed to practice this whole insulting thing…
“So, you some kind of DJ? Or maybe a fashion dude?”
cyber-god started following you
/The Saint squints at the other man in confusion./
There some kind of convention in town right now, or..?
One of these days m’gunna shove this ‘ratty hat’ down your throat, Gat, I swear.
/He crosses his arms with a huff and stares the other gangster down in the least intimidating way possible./
I hope it’s soon, I sure am getting hungry.
But I’d be willing to pay for the next bill at the gun range betting you wouldn’t part with it even to prove a point.
/The young man’s eyes simply narrow./
Where do you even keep all that snark? Is it hidden in your terrible hair or what?
/God almighty, he was bad at this./
saintmendoza replied to your post: Boys just can’t get along, can you.
He’s always th’one who starts it!
johnnygat replied to your post: Boys just can’t get along, can you.
How’d I start it? He’s the one agreein’ I’m flawless.Can we all just agree that Johnny thinks he’s flawless.
#No one has to agree with him let him think what he wants
An’ the others always wonder why I prefer hangin’ with you over him.
You’re hilarious, ya know that?
Still won’t let go of that ratty hat, huh?
One of these days m’gunna shove this ‘ratty hat’ down your throat, Gat, I swear.
/He crosses his arms with a huff and stares the other gangster down in the least intimidating way possible./
You’re hilarious, ya know that?
