Nah, oi think most are smart enough - or they just don’t fuckin’ care. Everyone’s a fuckin’ masochist - wotever.
Oi told yeh ages ago - but yeh chose not ta fuckin’ listen.
Now do me a favor and fuck off before I turn ya redder then ya already are.
He huffs. Just throwing his hands up into the air as if to say ‘whatever’, then marching off.
"Ai’ may lie quite a bit, but zis one isn’t a lie. He allowed me to ahem, fuck him in my tenta state, merely for a sample of my blood. Believe what jeou would like, go ask him if eit’s such an ordeal, idiot."
" … yer weird. N’ yeh have fucked up fantasies. Oi didn’t even ask anythin’ ‘bout that kinda thing. There’s not even any fuckin’ need ta tall me!" He huffs loudly, thinking it’s best to just turn around and walk away.
"Ai’ did, imbécile…. Well, sort of. And no need to rub eit in my face," just huffs a bit.
"Yeh WOT!? But - he’s not into that fuckin’ kinda thing. Oi’m done with yer lies, y’know. Oi see right through ‘em. Doesn’t take perfect sight ta do that! Just takes brains," he crosses his arms and growls.
Just continues to frown angrily.
"Really, monsieur… Ai’d expect a bit of feedback. Is eit somezing Ai’ said?" Grins all smug at.
"Nah. But y’coulda ‘least wished me luck with yer friend," he chuckles.
Just tips his hat down so he doesn’t have to watch people, lights a cigarette, then smokes. He won’t bother with socializing.
He wanted to laugh but knew to do so would probably get him a punch in the face. It was starting to get ridiculous though. “Funny’s good. Let’s do that! Shall we hire a cab or will you drive?”
"Huh? Oi’ll drive. Just give me a sec’ to get us a ride," he walks off for a moment, there’s the sound of some arguing but soon he returns with some car keys. The sniper shows them to the pyro before walking off to look for what they belong to.