EZRA
So he wants to be the big man in charge, huh? So far, not a lot that's impressing you from the drunk. You narrow your eyes just a little as he draws forth his pretty little pet, unimpressed with the fact that silent fuckbuddies are now, apparently, favored. If that's the new regime that TDS is building it's going to be a shitshow indeed, and you might be better off giving your time Daddy's dead, mommy's dead, and the children are running wild. You've seen playthings without masters before, and that's what this lot is, really: playthings of Lucas and Edy that were never really used, abandoned toys now trying to think for themselves. Oh, my, but the boy is quick to get his gun out, threatening as easily as he asks for input. "So let me get this straight, darling- You want ideas, but you shoot us if we shoot our mouths?" You might have said more, but the tasty ray of sunlight speaks up instead, so you fall back, silent, still broody behind that long dark mane.
Long Night sounds unpleasant, and you wrinkle your nose. But you've got bigger, more philosophical concerns to lay out. "Our sunbeam is right. I love Lucas, but gods knows he never actually did anything with us. With him and Edy gone, I'm running out of reasons to lend my talents to this group." Prowling forward toward the table, you move to lean upon the wood, turning dark and heavily lashed eyes back to Adam and placing a finger on his chest. "So tell us, Dark and Stormy- why should we even be here? Because some of us have, you know, jobs. As much as I love watching you handle your gun."
we knew right from the start
that you'd fall apart
'Cause I'm too expensive
