It's allll good! And I can also type my own character's surname.
[ A small pause, Neil's jaw and fist clenching. And his voice is quiet, but very close to a growl. ]
I see.
[ Just when he's starting to think that this place is not so bad, and as soon as he gets over himself, his own issues, it'll be fine? He runs into something like this. And while he can deal with it...
There are kids here. A kiss isn't that much, but something like this is traumatic, and that's just not right, let alone the part about potential taking lives.
His eyebrow is drawn down, and his eye flashes as he looks back towards the range. Neil Dylandy despises bullies and hates terrorists, and this place seems run by both, in the definition of the word that involves evoking terror in those who can't protect themselves from it. ]
I guess that would make the decision to join the Defense Force rather easier, when I'm back in shape.