067. In The Evening

[samson]

[In the early evening, Brock can be found at the archery range alternately shooting his crossbow at targets or using throwing knives. He is... pretty bad.

Also pretty bad is his constant swearing about how terrible he is. It's just awful. Embarrassing even.

But he's still trying. Just getting more and more pissed off as he goes on.]

[Brock's voice comes over the journal in the evening, tone flat.]

I need to know if anybody has experience with like... really bad depth perception. Don't ask. I just need advice.

Comments

[gottaknockhard]

[Obviously... What else would he be picturing?]

Just a husband with a sudden eye condition.

[samson]

I'm not putting on an eyepatch shaped like a heart if that's what you're saying.

[gottaknockhard]

I probably would have kept that a secret, just in case.

[samson]

You're a real pal, Spike. I don't think I tell you that enough.

[gottaknockhard]

Someone's gotta have your back.