Other Rico's face twitches like it doesn't quite know which direction to go, but he's quiet for a moment. "You should be careful with what you say." But he taps over his heart, grinning with a bravado that was once genuine but starting to slip. "Don't you worry about it, buddy boy. Rico's got it. Can't say how much trouble he's going to get himself into, though."
Rico, on the other hand, looks... unhappy. His mouth tugged down into a thoughtful frown, watching the proceedings - a marked change from when he'd first sensed his presence. His head tilts ever so slightly to track the passing of the badge, but doesn't say anything. He looks too exposed like this, Rico thinks. Is this what he looks like? Eyes warm, but manic and sick?
It makes it easier when he silently pulls out his lawgiver. Other Rico stares, and the smile drops.
"It's not how I thought I would go out," Other Rico says quietly, entirely to himself. His face is too full of vulnerability that makes Rico's fingertips twitch with discomfort. "This isn't how we'd planned it. Not at all. It's the right face, at least," he says with a wry smile. "But wrong gun. Wrong hand. Should be stupid blind drunk - it's not the place. I want-"
Something hitches in his throat, and a glint approaching trepidation grows in his eyes as he stares down the barrel. "I wanted to be by the pool. I wanted to be bored of it all, but I've got the whole drokking universe at my feet," he says, a distant, removed anger in his voice. "I'm not done. I thought I was, but I was only done with what Mega-City One had to offer. There's so much beyond it that's begging me to take. But now that I want to bother going on for something that's worth it, I can't." He looks at Zenyatta at this, the edges of a bitter grin curling at his mouth. "Isn't that just about the sickest joke you've ever heard of?"
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Rico, on the other hand, looks... unhappy. His mouth tugged down into a thoughtful frown, watching the proceedings - a marked change from when he'd first sensed his presence. His head tilts ever so slightly to track the passing of the badge, but doesn't say anything. He looks too exposed like this, Rico thinks. Is this what he looks like? Eyes warm, but manic and sick?
It makes it easier when he silently pulls out his lawgiver. Other Rico stares, and the smile drops.
"It's not how I thought I would go out," Other Rico says quietly, entirely to himself. His face is too full of vulnerability that makes Rico's fingertips twitch with discomfort. "This isn't how we'd planned it. Not at all. It's the right face, at least," he says with a wry smile. "But wrong gun. Wrong hand. Should be stupid blind drunk - it's not the place. I want-"
Something hitches in his throat, and a glint approaching trepidation grows in his eyes as he stares down the barrel. "I wanted to be by the pool. I wanted to be bored of it all, but I've got the whole drokking universe at my feet," he says, a distant, removed anger in his voice. "I'm not done. I thought I was, but I was only done with what Mega-City One had to offer. There's so much beyond it that's begging me to take. But now that I want to bother going on for something that's worth it, I can't." He looks at Zenyatta at this, the edges of a bitter grin curling at his mouth. "Isn't that just about the sickest joke you've ever heard of?"