Municipal Darwinism

"Still... but really in a restraunt?"

(She is a deserter... she ran away because she hated it.)

Conor:
I shrug, "I'm a bounty hunter, in the immortal of Wloverine, 'Im the best at what I do, and what I do aint nice'" I say.

"Still...you made me loose my appeite," frowned Ceara.

Conor:
"I'd e happy to eat whatever you already ordered, if you have a weak stomach in this business you would never stop puking" A police officer walks in and starts to drag Dake's corpse out. "Hey buddy I need like a finger or something for DNA identification for my employer" He nods pulls out a knife and lops off a finger and hands it to me. I wrap it in a napkin and put it in my pocket.

"Poof. Gone again." Ceara said pushing her plate over to Dan.

(HAHAHA! You called my charrie Dan!)
Conor:
I dig in and start wolfing down food.

(Sorry >.< )

"Ugh," frowned Ceara.

(REPLY TO C.D. CHAT!!!!)

Conor:
"What? I'm hungry!"

"Whatever."

Conor:
"HA! So why are we here?"

"Cause we are," smiked Ceara.

Conor:
"Ah! Well, now what?"

"I don't know why don't we play a game...it's called SHUT UP AND BE QUIET!!!" said Ceara, rubbing her temples, she had a migraine.

Conor:
I roll my eyes and finish my food.

"Good boy," sighed Ceara.

"I haven't had an appetite for nearly a thousand years," croaks Crow. "You look like you had a rough journey."

((Anything that makes sparks is illegal in Airhaven, because of the sheer number of hydrogen balloons around. For this reason, I'm going to assume Conor's pistol is a compressed-gas pistol, the most popular choice of weapon for pilots after a sabre.

"Sorry forgot. Should be greatful," said Ceara.

"At least I don't waste money on food." Crows jaw creaks as he speaks.

"Do you like being like that?" asked Ceara softly.

Conor:
"Oops, sorry" I say and I stop eating hastily. I pull out my air pistol thingy and put it on the table, "Its a pain in the a** to sit on that thing, literally!"

"You are a safty hazard to the world," groaned Ceara.

(how can i jump in?)

(Yes)

(lol how)