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Matt Cavanaugh (palehorses) wrote in we_float,

He rolled his eyes at her first comment. "Getting coffee in my eye isn't quite in the same league as blowing away an entire mall's worth of rent-a-Santas, you realise. I mean, fuck, accident prone with a gun means you're fucking waving it around or some shit, and I don't do that. You really like ruining all my fucking jokes, or you haven't got a sense of humour, and I haven't figured out which one yet."

Then he drank half the cup of coffee, considering the rest of what Maxxie'd said. "Honestly? I think it's fucking ridiculous to assume that only one person can do a job or that we're never going to be, you know, like fucking attacked here. If it's me, we all do practice, regardless of whether someone thinks they need it or not. And frankly, that attitude kind of assumes that none of us know anything about computers either, but this is practically the 22nd century. I grew up hacking, for fuck's sake." He shrugged and tapped the cigarette. "Not to just pick on Alec, by the way, but the point's still valid. And anyway, if he somehow doesn't train at all, then what the fuck do we do with him if it comes down to an attack here? So, no. All or fucking nothing, princess, not pick and choose."

He finished the coffee and added "I don't know what the fuck to do about JT either. I'm pretty fucking sure he's getting ready to fucking bolt, he doesn't exactly seem real fucking committed to this." Not that most of the house did either, but JT wasn't really present. "And if he doesn't, he trains too. Fuck, you can teach him martial arts, if nothing else. I mean, seriously, the people who're here - I see this as the biggest problem - need to be the ones who fucking want to be here, you know? Otherwise, why am I risking my ass protecting them?"