from mixed drinks to techno beats it's always
Oh, James wasn't here to help. In terms of the PQ, he isn't' really here at all. Odd is just fucking about. He hasn't the...constitution for manual labour. Emotional manipulation? Sex work? Trafficking drugs up the arse? Those were more his speed. Still, the thief stood outside the dilapidated brothel, one arm across his chest while the other shaded his eyes.
"Torchline inspector here. Real nice work yer doin', keep that right up." He gave the thumbs-up signal to absolutely no one in particular. "Right, well I'll be back once this is all shipshape and will be needin' a meetin' with whoever is in charge." Again, said to no one in particular given everyone was working.
Pushing his finger against one nostril and blowing out the other, James gave the place a final nod of approval. Shifting into a snake, he curled up on a rock where it would be impossible to tell if he was actually watching the progression of the building, or sleeping.
"Torchline inspector here. Real nice work yer doin', keep that right up." He gave the thumbs-up signal to absolutely no one in particular. "Right, well I'll be back once this is all shipshape and will be needin' a meetin' with whoever is in charge." Again, said to no one in particular given everyone was working.
Pushing his finger against one nostril and blowing out the other, James gave the place a final nod of approval. Shifting into a snake, he curled up on a rock where it would be impossible to tell if he was actually watching the progression of the building, or sleeping.
heavy into everything
