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Ain’t too much of tooth-picky!
Crosshair always had one of those karking wooden sticks between his teeth. Then very thin and deadly sharp ones, a metaphor maybe if any?
The one thing he could never imagine living without, the chew chew chew forever present on the sniper’s person, his mouth more likely, moving from side to side at any given mood of his.
The trademark chew-thing Crosshair used to fend of evil.
Well, those would have been his words to state when asked. And people usually asked, some even teasing him about it.
Some said it was because he was orally fixated, and perhaps there was some truth to that fact as well, but Cross did not mind the queries.
The idea behind it all though being, as to why Cross keeps one pick handy for any given moment is well… it’s really not that big of a secret after all.
As it is for that one simple thing Cross is none to fond of; that of fending off unwanted people and situations he’s none too comfortable with.
The toothpick there between him and the galaxy filled with awkward beings and places and situations and so, chewing that pick he really never has to interact. Not much anyway.
Being a mean looking bastard with the sharp stick between his white flashing teeth, intimidating more likely!
Crosshair sometimes also been quoted in telling a funny kind of an anecdote, especially during those moments when a pick is placed into a corner of his mouth, then quickly switching from side to side.
A warning perhaps, that is if you are looking on!
And so, when once again asked as to the what is that exactly and why is it there?
The response will be simple:
“I ain’t really too bad of a person, not really. But try to cross me and I will be exactly that - Tooth-picky!”