Post by Dusty on Mar 7, 2022 3:46:51 GMT
Busy week. To be fair, Psi didn’t expect to be running around so damn much for at least another month. After getting some nasty wounds, he was gonna lay low for a bit - of course that was interrupted itself. He may as well use all this running around to make himself hard to find, so when he showed up to the Hospital METTLE was recovering in - he tucked up his collar and strolled in. Time to meet someone else, the last person on his list really. Make yourself known, gather friends. As much as Alvis was a heartless doctor, he did make a point that echoed on Psi’s head. He needed friends, why not be friends with the strongest people?
Arriving at Mettle’s room was easy. He would knock, his gloved hand opening the door as his other held some flowers. He… Got flowers. He heard that's what people get for people recovering from being hurt or ill.
“Hello?”
He would say, walking into the room - standing by the door with his gloved hand tucked into his coat pocket. Still in that formal wear that he definitely didn’t steal. He would look over, the side of his face still bandaged and wrapped but he looked a lot better than before. On the account he wasn’t bleeding everywhere and didn’t have a hole through his chest.
“I believe we should talk.”
He would announce, not… Really caring if there was any gangsters in the room with Mettle. He wanted to talk and introduce himself before he made any moves against his targets. It would be rude if he walked into NYC, starting attacking random places without explaining himself. Rude, and also... Prone to cause a scrap between him and other people.
Arriving at Mettle’s room was easy. He would knock, his gloved hand opening the door as his other held some flowers. He… Got flowers. He heard that's what people get for people recovering from being hurt or ill.
“Hello?”
He would say, walking into the room - standing by the door with his gloved hand tucked into his coat pocket. Still in that formal wear that he definitely didn’t steal. He would look over, the side of his face still bandaged and wrapped but he looked a lot better than before. On the account he wasn’t bleeding everywhere and didn’t have a hole through his chest.
“I believe we should talk.”
He would announce, not… Really caring if there was any gangsters in the room with Mettle. He wanted to talk and introduce himself before he made any moves against his targets. It would be rude if he walked into NYC, starting attacking random places without explaining himself. Rude, and also... Prone to cause a scrap between him and other people.
