we used to play outside when we were young & full of life & full of love
"Good t'know some things don't change." You huff a rare almost-laugh, shaking your head at the nonsense of the rumors - nonsense you clearly enjoy. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you lean against the post, letting the sun warm your dark, torn skin.
Another half-laugh. "Jealous? 'm sure we can getcha one to match. Must be a whole line's people eager t'stab handsome Jack." tTat you're one of them goes unsaid, as does the fact that you'd beat down anyone who tried. It would be bad for business, after all.
Your amusement fades as swiftly as it rose, and you rub a hand over your neck. "What're we s'posed to do about these fuckers? Raz was keepin' an eye I thought, 'cept now we got stabbings an' unhappy locals Gavin's t'move because the guv wants bloody canals all through town. Canals. As if we ain't got enough trouble with flooding, come monsoon season." Your distaste for the idea is obvious. crossing your arms over your chest, you grumble unhappily: "Gonna cave right into the tunnels, mark my words."
Another half-laugh. "Jealous? 'm sure we can getcha one to match. Must be a whole line's people eager t'stab handsome Jack." tTat you're one of them goes unsaid, as does the fact that you'd beat down anyone who tried. It would be bad for business, after all.
Your amusement fades as swiftly as it rose, and you rub a hand over your neck. "What're we s'posed to do about these fuckers? Raz was keepin' an eye I thought, 'cept now we got stabbings an' unhappy locals Gavin's t'move because the guv wants bloody canals all through town. Canals. As if we ain't got enough trouble with flooding, come monsoon season." Your distaste for the idea is obvious. crossing your arms over your chest, you grumble unhappily: "Gonna cave right into the tunnels, mark my words."
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