pretty good at bad decisions
"Ah! And he's a right mind-reader too!" The thief chortled. Shifting out of the bed, which mostly included rolling to the side, nearly falling out and awkwardly righting himself like a new born deer. Not nearly as tall, but taller than his spindly frame and upside down face might have implied, the thief sauntered over with a devilish green. Wearing naught but a pair of leather pants and a shawl draped around his shoulders, the snake winked up at the taller man. "Y'could go on the road made. You'd make a killing." James said with a knowing nod, possessing all the charm of a man more than ready to be this man's manager on this side hustle.
"Th'girls would love you. Though, pretty as y'ar, the fellas, well.." Frowning comically and giving a hey what can you do shrug, the snake sighed. "Well I imagine they're a titch intimidated, y'know?"
Patting his pockets to look for his cigarettes only to realize he had no pockets and thus no smokes, he shrugged it off mildly as they wandered towards the Rathskeller. "Don't sound like you're from 'round here. You one of them Outlander folks?"
"Th'girls would love you. Though, pretty as y'ar, the fellas, well.." Frowning comically and giving a hey what can you do shrug, the snake sighed. "Well I imagine they're a titch intimidated, y'know?"
Patting his pockets to look for his cigarettes only to realize he had no pockets and thus no smokes, he shrugged it off mildly as they wandered towards the Rathskeller. "Don't sound like you're from 'round here. You one of them Outlander folks?"
not super into giving a shit
