( closed ) and running running and running running

[competing]

CHARACTERS: lance & friends (''''''''''''friends''''''''''''')
DATE: ~time is but a human construct and we in alien town now boy~
WARNINGS: buffoonery
SUMMARY: bounties, booties, and bandits — oh my!

[ insert some soulful jazzy riffs ]

( ooc; a bunch of closed starters (mostly bounties) set throughout their stay here at perditions rest. a lot of these were pre-planned, but if you'd like to do something with lance, don't hesitate to PM me at this journal or PP me at emotes! )

Comments

[moneyman]

Oh, my god. I'm not a bodybuilder. This isn't even—I mean, those people are like—huge...

[ yeah, he'll just keep going. but it's not angry ranting as much as it is flustered ranting. flaunting is clearly not a thing that he does. like, ever. ]

[competing]

[ dude if you ain't gonna flaunt then what is it all even for ]

Are you seriously being modest right now? If I had those abs, I'd be shirtless all the time!

[moneyman]

[ for... uh, self-esteem, or something. in the sense that it makes him feel better about himself, but he's too self-conscious to show it off. it's complicated and stupid, man, don't ask. ]

Yeah, and you'd also be cold all the time. It's not very practical. Or, uh... appropriate.

[ and yet he can absolutely see Lance wandering around shirtless for no reason. good lord. ]