11th Confession [Vide—nevermind geez goddamn droids]

[notabluesbro]

[Chillin' out in the forest, walking around, doing his thing—and he's got his journal open on his knee at the lake, commenting on how fucking cold these lakeside views are—when the droid's shadows creep up across the scenery in the video. To which he can only look a.) alarmed at first, and b.) finally and entirely annoyed and exasperated.]

Can't you give a guy one little goddamn break—

[There's gunfire for a second or two while the journal falls, but of course Wolfwood really can't fight back against that. Out by the lake is his lovely gun cross, some used bullet casings, a nice selection of drone parts and accessories (8Db) and his journal. But before he was dragged off, he made sure to leave someone a little note.]

when I'm back you'd better be able to look me in the eye or I'll rip your arms off and beat you with them