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
It's a kind offer that follows the placating, which means Bart subsides far faster due to his deathly allergy to niceness. "Yeah, I'll give ya a ring. Would be nice to have help." He may be stubborn but building an entire clinic is a little outside his scope of abilities. Bart is admittedly still grateful when the topic is moved past swiftly in favor of stabby stuff. Newly armed and ready for vengeance, Bart returns to squat in the grass abreast of Fox, eyes narrowed at the meat in the water. He surely won't be swimming in that again anytime soon.
Fox is clearly a master of his craft, because the water is disturbed nearly seconds after the meat has stopped bobbing around from being thrown. Dark shapes emerge from underneath the surface, prickly little faces poking free to scent the air. Bart looks to Fox, tense and waiting for a signal or a lead to follow.
Fox is clearly a master of his craft, because the water is disturbed nearly seconds after the meat has stopped bobbing around from being thrown. Dark shapes emerge from underneath the surface, prickly little faces poking free to scent the air. Bart looks to Fox, tense and waiting for a signal or a lead to follow.
Feel the fear and swallow back the tears
let weakness disappear
let weakness disappear
BARTHOLOMEW
