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The package was heavier than he had expected. That made him nervous, Sirse had a way of sending the oddest gifts and Valentines was no exception. Turning to the slime mold that had taken up residence in the house.
‘She knows me too well.’ He muttered. ‘She knows how much I hate this holiday.’

Blowing out a deep sigh, he let himself sink into the padded chair behind the clutter of his desk.

‘The whole thing went downhill after they stopped feeding people to the lions anyways.’

The slime mold regarded him with a passive stair.

‘And your no help. You know that right?’

The slime mold did not make any response.

‘Well there is no putting it off.’ Tugging at the edge of the package delicately he pulled back the corner, ripping the end off, and emptying the condense onto the table.

Before his sat an ugly bundle of rags, that after some poking at revealed a worn tactical vest with a single world escribed on the back: ‘Shark’. The cloth was worn, tattered really, and there were several puncture holes through one side and out the other.

‘Damn.’

…

The Past:

‘What the hell happened to your face?’

‘A shaving accident, with a Ripper on full throttle.’

‘Right. So you going to tell me why you are really here?’

‘I’m here, because of a fox. You ever hear of one of them things? Nasty beasts, imagine a Death Claw, with the temper of a Yao Guai, and then wrap the whole thing in a crimson coat, blood red – from all its victims!’

‘And your, hunting this, this, Fox thing?’

‘No. I’m here because the damn thing thinks this little vacation will be good for my health.’

‘…’

‘Please tell me there is Vodka here.’

Description
The package was heavier than he had expected. That made him nervous, Sirse had a way of sending the oddest gifts and Valentines was no exception. Turning to the slime mold that had taken up residence in the house.
‘She knows me too well.’ He muttered. ‘She knows how much I hate this holiday.’

Blowing out a deep sigh, he let himself sink into the padded chair behind the clutter of his desk.

‘The whole thing went downhill after they stopped feeding people to the lions anyways.’

The slime mold regarded him with a passive stair.

‘And your no help. You know that right?’

The slime mold did not make any response.

‘Well there is no putting it off.’ Tugging at the edge of the package delicately he pulled back the corner, ripping the end off, and emptying the condense onto the table.

Before his sat an ugly bundle of rags, that after some poking at revealed a worn tactical vest with a single world escribed on the back: ‘Shark’. The cloth was worn, tattered really, and there were several puncture holes through one side and out the other.

‘Damn.’

…

The Past:

‘What the hell happened to your face?’

‘A shaving accident, with a Ripper on full throttle.’

‘Right. So you going to tell me why you are really here?’

‘I’m here, because of a fox. You ever hear of one of them things? Nasty beasts, imagine a Death Claw, with the temper of a Yao Guai, and then wrap the whole thing in a crimson coat, blood red – from all its victims!’

‘And your, hunting this, this, Fox thing?’

‘No. I’m here because the damn thing thinks this little vacation will be good for my health.’

‘…’

‘Please tell me there is Vodka here.’