{ It was a usual, blissful day within Infectious Smile. The cave was filled with swinging noises of multiple weapons. Ranging from the usual bat, all down to the knife, and packed ice. It was both exquisite, but also painful for your poor ears... Hopefully you'll get used to it. }

{ You swung by, just to the counter that which, Rob was slouching on. He looked at you with a small, tired frown. A good pile of empty bottles laid in front of Rob, as well as a decently sized metal crater sat next to the desk, to his right, that contained tons of bats (Or katanas, branches, spears, chains, or packed ice). }

{ You took what you needed, A bottle, knife (maybe), and your main primary weapon; A bat (Or any other weapon, just edit the text if you want). When you took what you needed, Rob suddenly spoke up. }

“...Stay safe, will ya? Just... Don't let those... ...'Things' catch you.”

{ Rob spoke, clearly being serious by what he said. He didn't enjoy having to deal with those who've faltered to the smiling. Not now, not ever. }