Two pints of Freedom

[Chuba]

In a rather childish way, Two-one pouted jokingly under his face gear at Morreti's refusal to cigarettes. "Well fine then." Phantom sighed peacefully before looking back up to Nathan in the cockpit of the fighter. This sight made the pilot joyous. Every person he cared about was doing well at this very moment on top of being busy with their own tasks.

"Don't be like that. You already know I visited my one true love first anyway." Arthur glared at him with a grin under the mask. "Seems you've got this thing figured out, pal." He paused for a brief moment, "If you do need help with anything, give me a shout. I'm probably able to assist. Probably." Two-One sealed away the carton of cigarettes that he still had in his hand back into one of the empty pockets at the top of the vest.

"Eh. I am not this white-haired punk, but, I think it's worth it." Armstrong extended his fist towards Nathan, forming it into a thumbs-up sign."It'd be pretty fucking radical to see this on our side."

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