FOR SHANNON BUT ANYONE ELSE CAN COME IF THEY WANT

[givemeliberty]

[Our silent protagonist of Grand Theft Auto III is standing around leaned on a cool sports car drinking a soda. This is supposed to be a vague allusion to that Grand Theft Auto parodying Coke commercial.

That's about it.

Oh no! So perilous! So interesting! WHAT WILL YOU DO?

And p.s. there somebody knocked out in the trunk of the car.]

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OH GOD

[givemeliberty]

[SO BY THE WAY, THIS IS A GUY WHO'S BEEN FOR-HIRE FOR BOTH THE ITALIAN MAFIA AND THE YAZUKA. Kumamon are hugging this for-hire dude. But getting hugged was too weird for Claude. He starts struggling out of his grasp.

HE NEEDS TO BREATHE JESUS CHRIST LEAVE HIM ALONE.]

[kumamon]

[Noticing the struggling, Kumamon lets go and bows profusely as an apology. He really didn't mean to hurt Claude!]

[The poor bear thought that the bowing wasn't enough, so out of his box, he pulled out a pen and a small notepad. He quickly scribbled out a doodle of himself, looking sad, with a big "Sorry!" written underneath.]

[He handed the picture to Claude. Kumamon wanted to show he wasn't a bad bear. He was a great, great bear! And Claude was a great, great dude.]

[Kumamon, your naivety will be the death of you.]

[givemeliberty]

[oh jesus christ here we go. like this wasn't fucking weird enough, the bear was actually sorry for what he did.

and for some reason it felt to weird to shoot or beat this guy--thing, with a baseball bat.

CLAUDE'S SLIGHT SYMPATHY SENSES ACTIVATE.

He takes the picture, stares at it with furrowed eyebrows then looks up at him and awkwardly... nods.

seriously dude it's okay just go away this is too weird.]

[kumamon]

[Kumamon gives him a big smile and claps with joy, very thankful that Claude accepted his apology! That's when yet another idea hit him.]

[He hands his notepad and pen to Claude, as if to say 'why don't you draw something, too?']

[Since this man was the only one around, maybe Kumamon could make a really good friend?]

[givemeliberty]

[claude's expression is blank, but he just raises an eyebrow because... yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

OH HEY PEN. uh. okay, he's bored. he'll play this shit. he stuffs his hand in his pockets as he takes another drink from his bottle and looks around. there isssss a baseball bat in the car. slightly bloodstained, but he's washed most of it off. there's also a duffel bag full of guns but we don't talk about that or fight club. he takes his hands out of his pockets and draws that.

THERE YOU GO.]