[ He looks down at the monstrous guitar, then sort of stares at Roy a little. Is he fucking threatening him (back)? ...and he breaks out laughing. The sound's loud and sharp and not very pleasant. ]
Holy shit, I like you already. BRING IT ON.
[ He goes in a defensive stance, instinctively lifting his left arm in front of himself. That reflex finally makes sense; it's made of metal now. ]
[ ...maybe someone with some common sense should swoop in here and say what's going on. ]
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Holy shit, I like you already. BRING IT ON.
[ He goes in a defensive stance, instinctively lifting his left arm in front of himself. That reflex finally makes sense; it's made of metal now. ]
[ ...maybe someone with some common sense should swoop in here and say what's going on. ]