"...I don't want you to haev to use any weapon at all...but my world, while beautiful, is very dangerous," Declan admitted after a while, saddened by it and more so by not being able to show Aoba a paradise. He'd tried to make the home life comfortable, to shower him with gifts and affection as best he knew how, but the world outside? Much as Declan loved it, it was ravaged and unkind.
"I'll go to the armory and choose things I think will work best. If nothing else, since we won't be far apart, just...think of it as carrying extra weapons for me? Never hurts to have more munitions."
That said, he inclined his head and pulled a gray hoodie on over his shirt, slipping out with a quick "I'll pick up something to eat."
It didn't really take him long at all to come back, a little over an hour at most. He thumped softly back into the apartment, tugged his shoes off, then gestured to Ghost, who used his transmat to materialize several weapon cases, a large briefcase-looking container, and an over-stuffed, slightly grease-stained, large paper bag.
"Gear and food, as promised," the man smiled vaguely, sniffing twice at the myriad aromas wafting from the sack.
"I asked around and got directed to a place that makes 'Chinese' food. I didn't know what to get though, so...I probably overdid it. The woman at the restaurant helped me big things. I hope you like rice and noodles because there seemed to be an awful lot," the Titan mused, eyes widening a bit at his recollection as the bag was filled.
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"I'll go to the armory and choose things I think will work best. If nothing else, since we won't be far apart, just...think of it as carrying extra weapons for me? Never hurts to have more munitions."
That said, he inclined his head and pulled a gray hoodie on over his shirt, slipping out with a quick "I'll pick up something to eat."
It didn't really take him long at all to come back, a little over an hour at most. He thumped softly back into the apartment, tugged his shoes off, then gestured to Ghost, who used his transmat to materialize several weapon cases, a large briefcase-looking container, and an over-stuffed, slightly grease-stained, large paper bag.
"Gear and food, as promised," the man smiled vaguely, sniffing twice at the myriad aromas wafting from the sack.
"I asked around and got directed to a place that makes 'Chinese' food. I didn't know what to get though, so...I probably overdid it. The woman at the restaurant helped me big things. I hope you like rice and noodles because there seemed to be an awful lot," the Titan mused, eyes widening a bit at his recollection as the bag was filled.