"Really?" Now that's something to play with- without breaking his stride he focuses, tries to mean it, and attempts to send locus a wave of contentment. That much is honest and pretty damn true. Hrs fed, the night's young, he's not living in a hovel.
"Yeah that's probably for the best or I'd be shit out of luck. There's a shoot to kill order on me still, I'm sure."
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"Yeah that's probably for the best or I'd be shit out of luck. There's a shoot to kill order on me still, I'm sure."