Name: Matt
Gender: Male
Story:
Space cowboy
"If you could do anything... What would you do right now?" Rinn asked.
"Lots of things I suppose" He answered, passing her the bolt cutters.
"What happened to being a gentleman?" She asked taking the heavy piece of equipment from him.
"Hey, I am a gentleman. Just look at all the stuff I'm carrying."
"Weak." Rinn whispered as she crouched down to begin cutting some of the wire in the chain-link fence. Matt's ears drooped and he wrinkled his nose at her, but before he could ask if she'd prefer if he left it there, she continued. "Like what."
Matt's brow furrowed thoughtfully, his pupils at the corner of the right side of eyes. "Well... For one thing, I'd be in space." Rinn paused what she was doing to look up at him.
"Really?" She asked mockingly. "Doing what?"
"Well, preventably exploring what aliens call the known universe, and zipping from one habitable planet to the other." He started.
"Mmhum" Rinn hummed to let him know she was listening.
"Maybe I'd join a civil war or a rebel force to free the Galaxy from a powerful empire. You know? Add some excitement into my life!" He exclaimed.
"You watch to many movies. Wars aren't fun." Rinn stated surprisingly mater of factly.
"Oh ya? What would you do?" Matt scoffed, crossing his arms
"What we're doing now." Rinn said breaking the final chain link and pulling back a large portion of the fence. "Breaking in and tagging a building." (247/250)
Rinn belongs to me.