Bushwukkie

When the bird came, Gus was on a small, rickety boat. It was patched up more times than he could count, but the boat lasted longer than it should have, which earned the respect from the now wizened fisherman. He opened the letter. He read. "Well of course I was right! That's why I told her what I told her!" He exclaimed at the empty lake. He opened the letter. He read. "I mean, if she be list'nin' to me, what in the hell 'as she been through?" The lake still offered no response, and the bird had long since flew away. He opened the letter. He read. "Aye, she be needin' me it seems. Figured out how ta be a cynic or somethin'. Or maybe those scumbags finally did somethin' awful ta her. Gotta figure out whether ta break my hand on that husband's or the fatha's jaw." No insight was offered by the lake. He opened the letter. He read. Then he rowed back, ready to go find Prim, and unprepared to hear the unfortunate news.

"Well **** me." While Gus's reaction lacked tact, the shock rang true. It was only a couple of months ago that he fought along side this man, or rather he tried to fix his leg from shrapnel. Tried being the prevailing word. Gus takes a puff from his wooden pipe and wondered who'd be the next MoJ to fall. He decides to review his medicine books one more time, just in case.

Roleplay Name: Gus Critterfoot MC Name: bushwukkie Discord Name: bushwukkie#0790 The auction(s): Azor Company Custom Item Bid(s): 30 Gus laughs until he is blue in the face while making this bid.