Tucker wished he wasn't the type of person to stare. He couldn't help it, though. The guy was a blended concoction of Donut and Caboose mixed with Grif and, if he was being honest, his own amount of pride. It was terrifying, really, but still interesting enough to where Tucker would eventually open his mouth.
Open his mouth and either offend, make a complete idiot of himself, or cause someone - or something - to lose their shit and start a fight. All of the choices were part of the Blues code of conduct. Even the Reds had their defining moments. They were always more than just some simulation soldiers.
"You know, if this were any other place, I'd say you and the cupcakes need to get a room and that's really saying something coming from me," Tucker commented, beer in hand and a raised brow look given to Tamatoa. He wasn't even sure he could say the guy's name much less anything that wasn't going to be followed by his signature 'bow chicka bow wow' line.
The stack of money was damn impressive, though. He'd give him that.