[Krieg had come over to Deslora half out of boredom, half to see what all the fuss was about. So far it was definitely living up to the hype - he certainly wasn't bored! There was plenty to see, eat, and do, though not necessarily in that order. A lot of the carnival food had quite a bit more flavor than he was used to on Pandora, which was definitely a good thing. He'd demonstrated his astonishingly good aim for a guy with only one eye to several surprised carnival employees, though he'd declined any prizes after the first. Everything on offer seemed to be some variety of plush toy. He'd accepted one - A soft floppy cat plush - with the vague thought of giving it to either Angel or Gaige when he returned to their base.
And then, as if just thinking about her had caused her to appear, there's Angel, just a short distance away. Her back is to him, but he'd know that partially-shaved head and those tattoos anywhere. He doesn't attempt to hide his approach, although the chances of her hearing him over the noise of the place is questionable, and when he's near enough, he plops the cat plush on her shoulder.]
Take the wrath of the hot potato!
[It's a bit of a misleading statement, because there's no wrath and no potato, just Krieg and a cat plush. But. You know. Psycho.]
Deslora - General
And then, as if just thinking about her had caused her to appear, there's Angel, just a short distance away. Her back is to him, but he'd know that partially-shaved head and those tattoos anywhere. He doesn't attempt to hide his approach, although the chances of her hearing him over the noise of the place is questionable, and when he's near enough, he plops the cat plush on her shoulder.]
Take the wrath of the hot potato!
[It's a bit of a misleading statement, because there's no wrath and no potato, just Krieg and a cat plush. But. You know. Psycho.]