[He's found that it's hard in life to not make an impression when you have the word FUCK tattooed on your knuckles. What's most surprising about the Barge is that people actually seem to... like him. He doesn't know Stiles well, maybe the kid would have even been one of the types he'd have bullied and terrorized back in school, but the dude just grins at him now and it's sort of a weirdly not terrible surprise.
He returns the grin with a cocky smirk and shrugs his backpack off, unzipping it to reveal the weapon he'd developed over at Bleu's fort: a pillow tied around the middle with a ragged green scarf, so it resembles a flail or bolas.]
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He returns the grin with a cocky smirk and shrugs his backpack off, unzipping it to reveal the weapon he'd developed over at Bleu's fort: a pillow tied around the middle with a ragged green scarf, so it resembles a flail or bolas.]
You are now.