I've got ten digits I'd like you to find but I won't get that call
You've got so much to give, I've got nothing at all
You've got so much to give, I've got nothing at all
Bart might not like crowds but he sure is a nosy bitch, so when he sees a bunch of locals crowding around something of course he saunters in, hands in pockets and already more sun kissed than when he first arrived. Unfortunately he has had to forego the jacket to not die of heat stroke, but it’s easier to bear now that he has his actual womb-buddy present and accounted for.
Tilting his chin with a rakish half-grin at Adam and Maeve, Bart stays on the fringes of the group, curious but naturally wary. “Shouldn’ touch it till we know it ain’t someone’s,” he remarks, but it’s idle at best and said at normal volume. “I ain’t gettin’ my hands cut off by a smuggler.”
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Bart warns against touching it and stands in the crowd.
Tilting his chin with a rakish half-grin at Adam and Maeve, Bart stays on the fringes of the group, curious but naturally wary. “Shouldn’ touch it till we know it ain’t someone’s,” he remarks, but it’s idle at best and said at normal volume. “I ain’t gettin’ my hands cut off by a smuggler.”
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Bart warns against touching it and stands in the crowd.
BARTIE
