I have my freedom but I don't have much time
Rubbing a dirt-coated thumb against the bridge of his nose, Morgen pushed up the brim of his hat with said thumb before sighing. "Up here we like to call 'em unicorns." He advises the mer with a lop-sided shrug.
It was an interesting tactic this creature had, of trying the same thing over and over again. Morgen wasn't terribly sure it was going to work out the way the mer wanted, but that wasn't really his problem. "Yep. Will do, just as soon as we're done here." Raising his eye line slightly, the cowboy gazes out over the horizon. "Big fuckin' ocean though. Y'ever considered that maybe you could be the one to fuckin' leave already?" He asks, trying to mirror the way the mer had phrased the demand to him.
It was an interesting tactic this creature had, of trying the same thing over and over again. Morgen wasn't terribly sure it was going to work out the way the mer wanted, but that wasn't really his problem. "Yep. Will do, just as soon as we're done here." Raising his eye line slightly, the cowboy gazes out over the horizon. "Big fuckin' ocean though. Y'ever considered that maybe you could be the one to fuckin' leave already?" He asks, trying to mirror the way the mer had phrased the demand to him.
