It's instinctual, but Party simply grips the gun tighter, the bright yellow and black striped thing (http://poisonousparty.livejournal.com/1742.html#cutid1) with kanji painted on it, the same logo on the holster as was on his back and was now graffitied all around Taxon. Party Poison.
Still, he gives Gwen a cautious look, even though he's the one that offered it to the other. "Let me disassemble it first, huh? And since you wanna go somewhere else..." He shrugs, and it's unclear if he's imitating her previous body motions or if flailing like an idiot is true to the Killjoy name. Which it kind of is, at least for the redhead.
"It's all electricity. Most of Battery City is. Cars, even. That's why my baby looks like shit, I picked her out and scavenged her when I was like, 16." But Gwen's not a motorbaby and doesn't want to hear about cars. Instead he takes a few steps forward, motioning his head in a silent 'shall we?'. Kobra's asleep, after all, and Party could use some warmth.
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Still, he gives Gwen a cautious look, even though he's the one that offered it to the other. "Let me disassemble it first, huh? And since you wanna go somewhere else..." He shrugs, and it's unclear if he's imitating her previous body motions or if flailing like an idiot is true to the Killjoy name. Which it kind of is, at least for the redhead.
"It's all electricity. Most of Battery City is. Cars, even. That's why my baby looks like shit, I picked her out and scavenged her when I was like, 16." But Gwen's not a motorbaby and doesn't want to hear about cars. Instead he takes a few steps forward, motioning his head in a silent 'shall we?'. Kobra's asleep, after all, and Party could use some warmth.