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caught between the real thing
& nothing at all
& nothing at all
Gods this one wasn't any fun at all. "Or what?" James purred, his irish lilt clipping the edges of the words as he bobbed his brows.
"Eye patch? Now that's just a load of bullocks. What'you go 'round stereotype everyone?" He retorted, folding his arms across his chest and doing his absolute best to look offended. He wasn't of course, so really, he just looked slightly less amused than before. Then she was off about some other bird who was happy and honestly? He didn't much care.
"That's really good for you love. Seems you got this network and that it's really workin' out fer ya'—" Fragments? Er? Alright? 'Sorry t'hear it. Y'seem to be doing really good though. Honestly. Really well done." He mumbled, popping the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and offering a round of fake applause.
"Eye patch? Now that's just a load of bullocks. What'you go 'round stereotype everyone?" He retorted, folding his arms across his chest and doing his absolute best to look offended. He wasn't of course, so really, he just looked slightly less amused than before. Then she was off about some other bird who was happy and honestly? He didn't much care.
"That's really good for you love. Seems you got this network and that it's really workin' out fer ya'—" Fragments? Er? Alright? 'Sorry t'hear it. Y'seem to be doing really good though. Honestly. Really well done." He mumbled, popping the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and offering a round of fake applause.
