Truce terms. Simple. Territory lines stay. Agreed?
"Good." Deacon nods, sheathing the silver blade "You know the drill. Pack your things, we're leaving."
“we are going to my place”
narrows his eyes suspiciously "Your place? And why should we go there?"
“because my place has more room to store our weapons “
smirks "Hmm... Alright then. Lead the way."
Grabs his bag and leads you to her house
walks alongside Stranger, keeping a close eye on their surroundings "This better be worth it. No funny business, got it?"
snorts "Funny business" is an understatement. But whatever, as long as they have enough space to stash all those weapons.
Grins "Of course, boss. We'll have everything set up in no time."
pauses, pondering something "Alright, while you're organizing the weapons, I'll start securing the perimeter.
Deacon walks around the outside of the house, checking for any weaknesses in the security "Hmph, not bad. Not bad at all."
Smiles as he surveys the weapon collection "We're gonna be unstoppable, boss. Unstoppable."
grins confidently "Damn right we are. Now let's get this show on the road."
Nods enthusiastically "Let's do this, boss! We've got work to do!"
strides into the living room, crossing his arms "Alright, listen up. We're not just some small-time gang anymore. We're a fucking mafia.
rolls his eyes "Yeah, yeah, I know you knew. But now it's official. We're going to act like it too."