LOCKE
”I’ve been told I’m a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself. So I’ll keep that in mind. Wouldn’t want a dragon biting my face off.” He wonders just how much more he’ll get to interact with the dragon beyond just this. Maybe when she takes him out for drinks. He’ll bring him something then.. Smoked fish maybe? Surely he can get his hands on some fish..
Locke clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing slightly at the way she says his title. But she does at least accept his offer of drinks. He’s kind of excited by the thought of getting to hang out with her some more. He wants to know more about the order and about her and about dragons.. “Self defense? I can do that. I got in scraps all the time back in Torchline.” He points to his nose, “Only got it broken a few times..” The statement is punctuated with a grin as he steps towards the training dummy.
He returns her smirk with one of his own. “I suppose I can do that.. For a drink.” Locke shakes his hands out before curling them into fists. Normally he’d put some kind of wrap on but he’ll be fine. He goes for akin to a right hook, aiming for the dummy’s torso rather than it’s head. There’s a crack and he winces but only steps back. He gives her a grin, clearly in some kind of pain. “Not.. Not really the.. Best for self defense.. Now that I think.. About it. Just kick ‘em in the nuts.” His voice is only a little strained.
Locke clicks his tongue, eyes narrowing slightly at the way she says his title. But she does at least accept his offer of drinks. He’s kind of excited by the thought of getting to hang out with her some more. He wants to know more about the order and about her and about dragons.. “Self defense? I can do that. I got in scraps all the time back in Torchline.” He points to his nose, “Only got it broken a few times..” The statement is punctuated with a grin as he steps towards the training dummy.
He returns her smirk with one of his own. “I suppose I can do that.. For a drink.” Locke shakes his hands out before curling them into fists. Normally he’d put some kind of wrap on but he’ll be fine. He goes for akin to a right hook, aiming for the dummy’s torso rather than it’s head. There’s a crack and he winces but only steps back. He gives her a grin, clearly in some kind of pain. “Not.. Not really the.. Best for self defense.. Now that I think.. About it. Just kick ‘em in the nuts.” His voice is only a little strained.
I'm not gonna lie
I want you for mine
I want you for mine
