Carapace Hearts Boxcars.
Member of the midnight Crew. Overpowered Brute ready to beat your face in. Only loyal to his crew.
> You cross your arms shifting your weight on your feet slightly. You shut your eyes for a moment tilting you head in brief thought, before looking back at him. Well someone’s going to ask it at some point so you might as well get it out of the way.
YOU KNOW WITH YOU AND THE OTHER
> It’s a bit of a loaded question since well time shit obviously. Anything’s game in the world of time.
Yeah I don’t really know where my crew is. You?
-He shrugs it off, this is pretty much the norm, people tend to not know what to do but ask about the crew, since they were essentially his life for the longest time. He isn’t sure exactly where to take this but he settles for pulling a weary smile.-
> You stood there a bit stiff. You are trying to ignore the headache; it’s one thing to deal with other versions and/or iterations of your friends or enemies or whatever…..
>And you have dealt with a lot of things over the years. However the only thing you will never get used to is running…. Into someone that is well… sort of you.
> You awkwardly nod at him.
-Yeah this is pretty damn awkward for the both of of these guys. There’s slight differences, little mannerisms that you have no idea how to really clue into quickly anyway. But fuck. Whatever. Boxcars rubs the back of his neck with a slight clack and scraping sound.-