"My requests ain't weird. You ever think you're maybe just a little delicate?" He laughs as he saunters after Ghoul, steps wide enough to catch up, but not rushed.
As he reaches to his pocket for the keys, he takes a second to run his fingers over his ray gun. It's a solid presence at his hip that's a comfort in the face of all the things out here that could kill them. Feeling pinned down, even for a minute, makes him itch like he's been rolling around in an anthill or something.
He clicks his tongue, shooting a slightly miffed look over his shoulder while Party's still lagging behind. "Delicate, my ass."
When Party pulls up beside him, it's just in time for Ghoul to catch a glimpse of him petting at his gun. He steals a quick look at his face, quietly watching for a couple steps, then he knocks against Party's side lightly with his elbow. Just enough pressure to bring him back down to earth, before he gets lost in the hundreds of hypothetical scenarios based around everything that could go wrong out here.
He'll be all right once they get in the car, Ghoul figures, but it can't hurt to provide a little extra distraction. "You find anything good inside?"
For all his quick thoughts and paranoid fears, Party's never been good at picking up on anyone's subtleties enough to realize that Ghoul can pick up on his train of thought, but he bumps back, a bit less gently than Ghoul had bumped him.
"Got a few cans of Pup and some other basic shit. Nothin' too exciting." His hand goes for the driver's side door as they walk up to it, but then he stops. "Do we gotta disinfect any of that?"
Ghoul must be pleased with the reaction he gets. He splits off from Party's side without fuss, walking an arc around the front of the car (because he is, apparently, forbidden from sliding across the hood anymore) as he makes his way to the passenger side.
While he goes along, he answers with a chipper, "Nope," a little too quickly and stuffs the hand in question in to his pocket, as if hiding it from sight will make Party forget about it.
If Party doesn't look convinced, it's only because he isn't. He'll check Ghoul's hand when they get somewhere private, because he'll be damned if he's letting Ghoul die from a stupid infection because he's too proud to let Party tease him a little.
"Just get in the car." The idiot is implied as he climbs into his own seat.
Ghoul doesn't respond verbally, but he does give Party a weird little self-satisfied sneer over the top of the car like he thinks he's won or something. He flings the door open and settles in to the front seat soon after Party climbs in, privately excited about getting to ride shotgun all day long. It's the small things in life.
Once he's in, the seatbelt, if it's even still there anymore, naturally gets absolutely none of his attention. Rather, he pulls the door shut and then leans over towards the driver's side, poking two of his fingertips in beneath Party's ribs. "You know what you wanna ask for yet? I feel like shooting somethin' down."
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As he reaches to his pocket for the keys, he takes a second to run his fingers over his ray gun. It's a solid presence at his hip that's a comfort in the face of all the things out here that could kill them. Feeling pinned down, even for a minute, makes him itch like he's been rolling around in an anthill or something.
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When Party pulls up beside him, it's just in time for Ghoul to catch a glimpse of him petting at his gun. He steals a quick look at his face, quietly watching for a couple steps, then he knocks against Party's side lightly with his elbow. Just enough pressure to bring him back down to earth, before he gets lost in the hundreds of hypothetical scenarios based around everything that could go wrong out here.
He'll be all right once they get in the car, Ghoul figures, but it can't hurt to provide a little extra distraction. "You find anything good inside?"
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"Got a few cans of Pup and some other basic shit. Nothin' too exciting." His hand goes for the driver's side door as they walk up to it, but then he stops. "Do we gotta disinfect any of that?"
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While he goes along, he answers with a chipper, "Nope," a little too quickly and stuffs the hand in question in to his pocket, as if hiding it from sight will make Party forget about it.
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"Just get in the car." The idiot is implied as he climbs into his own seat.
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Once he's in, the seatbelt, if it's even still there anymore, naturally gets absolutely none of his attention. Rather, he pulls the door shut and then leans over towards the driver's side, poking two of his fingertips in beneath Party's ribs. "You know what you wanna ask for yet? I feel like shooting somethin' down."