I'm trading with Ronnie..Username: sharpshooter
What I'm giving: 150 scrap
In exchange for: Acid wash jacket x3; Fingerless gloves x3
Amount of times I've traded with him: 0
Extra:

A suspicious werm in white clothes was seen furiously kicking their feet against the floor in an attempt to quickly drag a large bag behind them. Upon reaching Ronnie, they unceremoniously threw it forward with all their strength and slammed it in front of the tall, werm-like individual. The white-clad werm thrusted its paw to gesture to its robotic companion, who immediately perked up.
"Are you sure this guy is trustworthy, White? He looks like he could crush us with one paw, and we don't even know if he has the stuff you want," Anton whispered semi-hysterically, letting out little freaked-out beeps. White gave him a deadpan stare back. Anton accepted his fate, turning to the large werm with a deep breath.
"Um, two? Er, no-- we should get stuff for the new guy too, right?" Was that good manners? Anton had never had friends until White, but White never spoke. Anton grimaced, squinting down at the list he was holding. "Three of... good lord, I can't read your writing," he muttered, dragging one paw down his face.
While White held the bag of scrap protectively, Anton leaned to the side in order to try and see past the massive figure looming over them in case he could gesture to anything. There was nothing. He cowered a little, and with his best nice, not-terrified-looking face, squeaked, "C-Can we, uh, aha... borrow something to draw with, real quick? Pretty please, sir?"