Bullet examined the small purple bag of chips, picking the actual chip and sniffing it. Then placing it in his mouth, biting down and chewing before spitting it back out. "Dear Primus, that's a stale chip!"
Emily and Bullet sat by each other, the small human eating a spicy bag of chips. Being curious, the Con picked a single chip up and stared at It questionably. Navy and Caution walked at a calm relaxed pace, talking about everything yet nothing. Bullet hummed lowly, placing the chip in his mouth. Slowly looking at the ground and muttering. "Damn that's hot." Navy overheard and stared at the mech in shock. "I know right!" Emily chimed in loudly. "Bullet! What the hell did you called, 'HOT.' " Bullet's optics widened, "W-What no! The
c-chip!" As Navy was yelling at him with Bullet embarrassingly correcting the slim mech. Caution squealed in the background, "My SHIP!!"
