Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140603014955/@comment-11588669-20140625030759

"Depends. On if you're looking for legal, standard items, or something more...sturdy, but less in line with the laws." Nox answered his friend. He wasn't a spy, or anyone who had massive amounts of underworld contacts. But he did know several people who made an honest living selling less than honest merchandise. Items that had saved him several times over the years.

On the other hand, on those dreaded days Nixia took him shopping, he knew quite a few stores in which sold good quality clothing. Apparently, much of the stuff he had worn before meeting the cybernetic Corbeau were complete and utter crap. Literally, that's what she said. Minus the cybernetic part. Plus, she had taken him to quite a few toolshops. Apparently he needed to keep a set at his house so she could work on her limbs. Personally, he thought she just wanted to blow through his savings.

"I know areas for both, if you're interested. But if we do go into the seedier parts of Vale, keep close to me. They won't be crooked cops, or just thugs who need a quick mugging for some cash. They will be cold, hardened criminals with a penchant for killing." He warned cautiously, taking the time to reflect on his companion's emotions. Unlike him, Messer wore his heart on his sleeve, and it was rather easy to tell when he was straining. And boy, was the kid straining.

Normally, Nox would let it slide. But...this was a friend, as much as he would never admit it. So, he should do something, right?

Nox's face didn't change, but his eyes seemed to get a bit...confused. He wasn't a people person, not by a long shot.

Screw it....

"What's bugging you, Mess?" Nox asked calmly, looking over at the smaller male. "You're normally happier."