Now I know there's no one I can trust - I used to think there was
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
you can tell me that I'm cutthroat but I think you've got your eyes closed
Throwing a roguish grin over his shoulder, Bart lets the branch flick back behind them and considers his own recent turn to alcoholism. Though, was two years too long to be considered 'recent'? "Hated that part too, huh? s'why I never took the bait even though my twin brother did." That and the benefit of being an Accepted who could reach areas the Ascended had been forbidden from.
Waving away the apologetic look, far from the squeamish type, Bart uses his lifted hand to wring out some more water from his curls with a disgruntled noise. "Ah, don't be 'shamed 'bout it. Better than drinkin' off a goddess, right?" Bart certainly would have found that part disagreeable. "More importantly, does the size'a the thing matter? Like if one'a you came into a clinic and was wounded or needin' somethin' alive, would lab mice work? Or should I start lookin' into cattle?" Hopefully he won't be as piss-poor at farming as Fox considers himself to be if it comes down to that.
Waving away the apologetic look, far from the squeamish type, Bart uses his lifted hand to wring out some more water from his curls with a disgruntled noise. "Ah, don't be 'shamed 'bout it. Better than drinkin' off a goddess, right?" Bart certainly would have found that part disagreeable. "More importantly, does the size'a the thing matter? Like if one'a you came into a clinic and was wounded or needin' somethin' alive, would lab mice work? Or should I start lookin' into cattle?" Hopefully he won't be as piss-poor at farming as Fox considers himself to be if it comes down to that.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
let weakness disappear
let weakness disappear
BARTHOLOMEW
