"Well shucks golly gosh, a party?" Walker knew absolutely nothing about cowboys, but remembered a few things here and there from his forty minutes of studying them. He tried to subtly scratch his clean shaven face so as to downplay the aura of desperation trailing him and set his gaze on a tree near Raine's frame.

"It only makes sense for a cowboy such as myself to be in a rootin' tootin' party if ya ask me." He stuck out one finger, counting a bit. "I mean, cowboys need to take on different roles and such to be useful. Like if you're a wrangler you look after the horses and shit, and uh.."  

Walker stuck a second and third finger with hesitation. "And if you're old and stuff you're the cook but they call you the chuck wagon so you don't feel bad, and if you're on the receiving end but give most of the output, then you're a powerbottom."

"Wait no, that first one ain't right."

[i]Ain't[/i]. Will was proud of using ain't so naturally, he truly felt like Walker and him had become one. [i]I am SO good at this, holy shit!!![/i]

The passion in Will's chest was revived again at Tutoriai's rapid-fire answers that teased cowboy hats existing. They heartily stoked the campfire in the cowboy's lonesome trail heart. This immersion was doused the second it flared however, thanks to the little robot's reveal of menus. The archer made a finger gun with his right hand and sharply swung it to the left in response to it's instructions. It was like seeing an overexcited child trace the disney logo through the air.

After playing around a bit he finally found out how to formally send an invite. A small rectangle formed from his dramatic gestures and the screen was placed a bit farther in front of him for everyone to see.

[i]Walker McDonald's, ReggaeBaby93@yahoo.com has sent SteelRaine a party invitation. Two heads are better than one! :)[/i]