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is it? guess you have a poiint. still getting used to all this. its a whole lot easier to do it in person. the phones back where i come from were just used for talkin. they didnt have all this. ah well
[He scoops his keys off the counter, hooking them by the ring with his middle finger.]
right. youve got that little self defense thing going on dont you? let me know if you could use a hand with things. could say i have some experience. [The Sin pauses and as he tucks a flimsy cardboard box under his arm, he draws his lower lip along one of his teeth, squeezing it against his gums.]
wouldnt be free of course but i could make the time. and is that a compliment blues? [His eyes tick behind his sunglasses, cool and hot.] people always come to me just like their rumors. and i'd be prety bad at my job if i just gave it all away. greed, M. its not just a name. but i dont have to tell you that do i
[He toes the front door open and an icy breeze bites at his face. Greed curls his mouth.]
oh im giving you plenty of credit. just thought that righteousness of yours wouldnt let you. glad to see that isnt the case.
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[He scoops his keys off the counter, hooking them by the ring with his middle finger.]
right. youve got that little self defense thing going on dont you? let me know if you could use a hand with things. could say i have some experience. [The Sin pauses and as he tucks a flimsy cardboard box under his arm, he draws his lower lip along one of his teeth, squeezing it against his gums.]
wouldnt be free of course but i could make the time. and is that a compliment blues? [His eyes tick behind his sunglasses, cool and hot.] people always come to me just like their rumors. and i'd be prety bad at my job if i just gave it all away. greed, M. its not just a name. but i dont have to tell you that do i
[He toes the front door open and an icy breeze bites at his face. Greed curls his mouth.]
oh im giving you plenty of credit. just thought that righteousness of yours wouldnt let you. glad to see that isnt the case.
ten minutes. and you dont have to tell me twice