[It's okay, Lance got the memo about this being more of an undercover gig so he's not wearing anything that sticks out like a sore thumb -- say, paladin armor. Today he's dressed in Wyver casual, red bayard jammed inside a pocket so it isn't immediately obvious that he's carrying any kind of weapon.
What he did not get the memo on, is that his patrol partner is apparently a talking raccoon. He's seen enough aliens on different planets to know not to stare too long, but he'd be lying if he said that he's 100% focused on the mission because there's a lot of novelty in talking to a raccoon all nbd, nbd. Luckily, Rocket's not necessarily asking if he's fully focused on the task at hand.]
Hey, don't worry man. I've never been mistaken for a cop in my life! [...is that supposed to be something you brag about, Lance. He laughs.] We're gonna blend riiiight in. Like ninjas!
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What he did not get the memo on, is that his patrol partner is apparently a talking raccoon. He's seen enough aliens on different planets to know not to stare too long, but he'd be lying if he said that he's 100% focused on the mission because there's a lot of novelty in talking to a raccoon all nbd, nbd. Luckily, Rocket's not necessarily asking if he's fully focused on the task at hand.]
Hey, don't worry man. I've never been mistaken for a cop in my life! [...is that supposed to be something you brag about, Lance. He laughs.] We're gonna blend riiiight in. Like ninjas!