[the yippy, annoying, desperate-for-connection part of Knife's brain was getting too yippy. I can sew. I'm actually fucking excellent at it! I made the clothes I'm wearing and the ones I've got stashed. They're reversible. Sick, right?
...Not that I can tell you that. Obviously that'd be stupid! And what would you being impressed do for anyone anyway? Who cares! Who fucking cares!]
Think so? No...training? For missions? To assess stuff. [seems sloppy. what kind of crapsack operation is going on here!]
no subject
...Not that I can tell you that. Obviously that'd be stupid! And what would you being impressed do for anyone anyway? Who cares! Who fucking cares!]
Think so? No...training? For missions? To assess stuff. [seems sloppy. what kind of crapsack operation is going on here!]