Almost like a Fairytale

[Corporal Light]

"Ballad? Isn't that a type of love song or somethin'?"

"Don't ask." The gunsmith muttered, his left hand reaching for the red scarf he had placed in the grass. He started to wrap it around his neck, making sure it was tight enough that no one could pry it off. He probably should've made it clear that he didn't exactly choose that name, nor understood why the hell he was given it to begin with, but the kid could figure that out himself.

"Nice to finally put a name to the face of the man who keeps pointing a gun in my face."

Ballad let out a soft groan, rolling his eyes nonchalantly as Lynch commented. He moved his right hand up to his head, placing his elbow on his crossed knees before leaning onto his hand. He looked back towards Lynch, whom was just starting to pack up. He didn't really bother getting up from his spot, preferring to just watch the gangster kid work his ass off.

"Sorry you had to witness that little breakdown earlier." "Lets just say I had a REALLY bad nightmare last night, and leave it at that."

"Don't remind me..." Ballad said to himself, an ostensibly apathetic tone of voice, the lights of his eyeballs diminishing. He half wanted to ask if they could both just take a nap before doing anything else, but when he thought about it a bit more, he decided not to. Didn't want to scare the kid into another nightmare.

Yeah, that makes sense.

I was raised to never stay in one place too long. It attracts unwanted visitors."

His red scarf fell straight off his neck, landing on the ground. His eyebrows moved back to its usual frown, staring at Lynch in an offended manner. He probably would've felt angrier if the kid wasn't trying so hard to cover his screw-up, which painted a smirk on his green, bumpy face. And with a huff, he shushed up.

I would totally understand if you're still pissed, but please refrain from blowing my face off."

Ballad remained silent, staring at Lynch as he reached back down for his scarf. He pushed himself back off of the blanket, stepping into the grass as he wrapped his scarf back around his neck and mouth. After a few seconds, he gave a sharp tug, sighing in relief when he was certain the scarf was secure.

" But I figured I would stick with you. I would give you your space, but I feel like having two of us together makes others less likely to fuck with us."

He honestly should learn how to hide his emotions better.

The sharpshooter glanced back towards Koal, his eyebrows cocked and a look of confusion in his eyes. Lynch got the message rather easily, as he stammered "I-I, uh.... I see.. I'll just... get going.." before proceeding to walk past the winter miner.

"Hold on a sec." Ballad proclaimed, holding his left hand out in front of Lynch's path, lightly pushing forwards once his palm connected with his chest. He closed his eyes, deciding not to observe the embarrassed look on 'Purple-Eyes' face.

"Kid, I really don't understand where you get these assumptions from. I don't. You should've figured it out by now, but I don't exactly tolerate people getting into my business and then proceed to want to follow me around wherever I go. Just because I told you my name and didn't shoot you the moment you started bawling doesn't change that. I don't simply WORK with others just because, alright?"

Koal Lynch took a step back, frowning behind his locks of hair. The gunner lowered his right hand down to his side, staring straight through Lynch. The gangster opened his mouth, proceeding to speak.

"That being said," Ballad interrupted, crossing his arms across his chest "something tells me you don't exactly know what you are doing or where you are going or ANYTHING about this place. Because if you did, you'd realize that you pretty much NEED me just to survive."

"I-I don't understand?" Lynch questioned, still in a state of bewilderment.

"Then I'll spell it out for you. I'm the least of your worries, believe it or not. There are teenagers that can predict your every action, kids that are murderous and can turn into tentacle beings, and probably plenty of other weird shit. Be glad I know all about this through first-hand experience, because that makes them all the more easier for someone like me."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'll be blunt, runt. They'd eat you raw. No doubts there. So, if you WANT to live, I'm basically your only real option. But, as I've already mentioned, I don't just simply GO with people. You're gonna have to give me an incentive."

"What kind of incentive?"

"Oh, I don't know" Ballad said, shrugging his shoulders in a mock attempt at thinking. "Maybe, say..... paying for all my expenses at the village I'm heading towards? Or at the very least for rent at a tavern?" Ballad smiled devilishly underneath his scarf, slowly walking towards Lynch, as if impatient enough to try to force the answer out.

OOC: Btw, it's perfectly fine for you if you want to write Ballad's dialogue as well. Just be sure it fits his personality. TY!