((Wait so did Giggles take back the condom and drugs?)) As soon as Giggles seemed like h ewas going to throw the ball, Marco moved, lightning-fast, to grab the boy's wrist. He had definitely flinched, that was for sure. He wanted to be mad, but he was smiling, because dammit, the ginger had gotten him good. [color=00a651]"D-don't joke like that."[/color] He said, his face dusted red as he took the bombs back. [color=00a651] "...Itwasprettyfunnythoughyeah."[/color] He murmured under his breath. His eyes followed Giggle's movements. The sleight of hand was impressive, and something he'd always had an interest in himself. [color=00a651]"I mean, now I wonder if you have a demolitions license."[/color] He said, smiling slightly now. Apparently, he wasn't too offended by Giggles nearly blowing up the ball. Either he was an idiot or incredibly laid-back. He looked over at the dog as he got up. He really wanted to pet it, but now was not the time. He stepped out of the bar. [color=00a651] "Can you really get me to the Mogul?"[/color] He asked the ginger as he stepped outside. The guy didn't look like much, but honestly Marco was desperate enough that he'd hear the guy out. His store was going to be sold, and soon he'd be left destitute. It was only a few blocks and one lift ride away. Clealy, Valentine Armaments had seen better days. The sign red "Closed", and the lights were off. That was because Marco was the only employee left. At least it was well-secured. He entered in his code, then pressed his thumb to the screen. The metal door hissed open, and he flicked on the lights. The shelves were mostly bare, with only a few guns left on the shelves. [color=00a651] "Energy weapons aren't really my forte. I'm more a ballistics guy."[/color] He said, rubbing the back of his head. The weapons were military grade, and some of them were modified, but otherwise nothing special. There were some gumball machines lining one of the walls. There was a big sign above them that read [color=ed1c24]"BOMBS NOT CANDY DO NOT EAT."[/color]