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— We can’t change what’s done, we can only 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣... #MVRP/#OC Penned by @/thahakuryu

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Damn he missed saying whom he was thankful for — for thanksgiving, granted it was only like one person and he doubted she wanted to see him right now for his constant disappearing acts.

•| really wanna come back here.

“I’ll hunt that piece’a shit till he’s ten feet under.”

Takes a swig of whiskey, much needed.

“Damn fools.”

━ was his end for everyone whom he’s killed or hurt...

Watching this all unfold, crimson would take a step back before focusing not only his mind but his aim and accuracy. Fanning the hammer on his revolver, slowing time to a near crawl to paint shots all over the imposter crimson as Yellie went to town on him. Making sure this ━

━ revealed. Crimson, held an almost chipper western twang to his voice where as the imposter had a more methodical grunt to him. However, crimson froze when Yellie went to shoulder, it was bleeding and he was still panting to a degree from it. But he had to stay strong.

Keeping his own revolver held firmly and pointed at the imposter, he’d grit his teeth at his proclamation. “Yellie, this snake is only out fer himself. He don’t love ya, not like me. He don’t care bout this ship or the crewmates like me.” And that’s when the difference was ━

━ pointed at the imposter, staying quiet and not making any quick moves. Also being sure to protect Bexelys unconscious body.

Rolling to the side, the shot from the imposter hitting his shoulder. Causing him to grunt in pain, quickly whipping around as Yellie entered the scene. Drawing his own revolver as a means of defense, seems Yellie was unaware whose side to take here. He had his six shooter ━

━ was okay and that he wasn’t too late...

━ with a full head of steam. Ensuing a brawl between the two, with the real crimson having the edge. Fueled by rage for what’s happened to the crew and to Bexely. After a slug fest, crimson would lay out the other with a decisive strike. Quickly turning after to make sure Bex ━

━ Emerging from god knows where, when his mini needed him most. Strong armed hand would wrap around the wrists of the fake, ripping them off Bexelys neck and tossing the imposter back. “Get off her ya sack’a shit!” Pushing forward, Crimson would lounge at his doppelgänger ━

“Yeesh....”

“It was a case, with the agency.” He made sure to point out, incase that made her lose any interest in his whereabouts. He knew how she felt about him being tied to all that.

“I.” If only he had brought a pizza, maybe this would’ve been a more pleasant return. “I was sent to New York, I’m sure ya’ve been there.” Not much of an explanation, but...