<div class="floatright">(https://static1.e621.net/data/73/04/7304dc8f10fe674ae218fcb15bf72b4e.jpg)</div><strong>Meathead</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1F45IckRWiHbGrf37buxSoLRk0CW4GhpKEC8bDNExUSk/edit)<br/>Meat just sighed as he saw the four before them, standing in front of Fang more or less, as he kept his hands in the pockets of his coat. The rifle was slung under said coat at his back, but as he eyed the four he gave a little shrug of his shoulder and stretched his neck in the same direction. After that he relaxed once more as he eyed the four toe to the top. It seemed a little odd for anyone not in a street gang to be here in the middle of nowhere, and under armed for a situation that could turn violent in seconds.