Retreat and Regroup
He was telling lars how....i dunno, crazy and fucked up i am. how i'm so dangerous." llewellyn nodded along, listening. "lars seemed to take it to heart..." "i see. what did lars say? have you two broken up?" riley shook his head in response.
Passing the Curse Along
Even his species was being lorded over him, but lars didn't budge.
Outcast - Chapter 1
For some that legend stood to reason, given lars' continued victories in the _kumal_ every year.
The Destruction of Aetos
lars did not immediately move and the vixen snapped, "get a blanket fucking _now,_ lars! do what you're told!" lars did not flinch. he went into the hallway and opened the linen closet.
Heretic Anthem
Riley nodded, finishing his toast and taking lars' empty plate. as he was washing the dishes, lars sat down in the lounge room and checked his phone.
Permission
He obviously recognised lars, because he jumped back in surprise. "lars? what the hell, i had no idea you were coming tonight!" said the bear. lars chuckled in response.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 8
Mayhew stared straight into lars's eyes. "i don't know about you lars, but i intend to watch my own." "you tellin' me you're walking out? leavin' the black hammers?" lars stared back. mayhew sighed and looked at the floor.
The Interrogation
"like you'd do that before i told you anything," the agent replied hollowly, trying to hold on to the notion lars was bluffing. "lars, heh... why are you still here?" black asked, turning to face the burly cyborg with a too-friendly smile.
Cyber Sleuth
If lars and jason were friends, revealing that name would likely make lars instantly dislike riley. however...if lars _were_ friends with that bastard, then it riley felt no reason to remain in contact with him. _jason marks? large, lion fucker?
Chapter II: We are Arsenal
That was all fine and good if he didn't have the towering 340 pound moose known as gerrard locke in between him and lars. when there was a wall of muscle between him and lars, his familiarity with the quarterback meant nothing.
Take your medicine
lars said, groggily getting to his feet. “here.” jack said, “change is in the bag too.” lars didn’t really pay that much mind, and instead tore into the bag and saw the small bottle of medicine.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 9
lars said, spitting. lars obsessed over his truck, and seldom let anyone else ride with him. "just this once, lars, come on." darren pleaded. "it's for the cause." lars shook his head and muttered under his breath before spitting again. "fine."