zephyr
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The lonesome organ grinder cries
Good to see they're enthusiastic - some of them, anyway. You shrug at Jack's question, thinking of the 'Biter's weird behavior and opting not to comment on it in such a public setting. "I'm keepin' tabs on it," is the simple answer, your tone leaving room for further discussion at another time. You want to check in on what Jack knows, anyway, but that's less smuggler business and more keeping Torchline from burning down business.
The girls get nods when they volunteer to help, grateful and curt. And the others too, and then there's a little more small talk and shop talk and consumption of food. Slowly and steadily your merry band of miscreants amble or swim or boat their way out, until it's just you and Ki and the final lingerers and a few more things that need to be chatted about, with fewer ears to hear.
{fin}
The girls get nods when they volunteer to help, grateful and curt. And the others too, and then there's a little more small talk and shop talk and consumption of food. Slowly and steadily your merry band of miscreants amble or swim or boat their way out, until it's just you and Ki and the final lingerers and a few more things that need to be chatted about, with fewer ears to hear.
{fin}
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
