I have my freedom but I don't have much time
"Same here." The wrangler agrees, the words coming out on the heels of a laugh as he nods. "Guess that's the risk of lovin' that much. Or hatin', I'spose." Morgen continues, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully for a moment before shaking off the expression. Such things were far, far above his pay grade anyhow.
"Well, I'll let you get back to it." Nodding toward Alys' notebook, he gives his bouquet of flowers a gentle little shake to suggest that he too had things to get back to. "Y'know ma's. They don't much like to be kept waiting." Chuckling slightly in a self-deprecating gesture, the wrangler gave the brim of his hat another tug before turning back to try and suss out just where in the great blue fuck his ma's grave was. With so many damned flowers this time of year it wasn't the easiest thing to find, but nevermind. Morgen wasn't no quitter.
~FIN
"Well, I'll let you get back to it." Nodding toward Alys' notebook, he gives his bouquet of flowers a gentle little shake to suggest that he too had things to get back to. "Y'know ma's. They don't much like to be kept waiting." Chuckling slightly in a self-deprecating gesture, the wrangler gave the brim of his hat another tug before turning back to try and suss out just where in the great blue fuck his ma's grave was. With so many damned flowers this time of year it wasn't the easiest thing to find, but nevermind. Morgen wasn't no quitter.
~FIN
