He’s not really sure. He props himself up on his elbow, rests his cheek against his hand. Brushes his thumb over his sideburns. Makes a thinking noise.
“No one’s killed me yet.”
He shrugs. Does that mean he’s doing good? He’s being careful and laying low. Dyster life is fine. It’s not like he has anywhere else to be.
INLAND EMPIRE - (The Last Drop. The Lucky. The world is full of places you aren’t allowed to go to anymore.)
AUTHORITY - (That shit was not your *Marvel Hill* it wasn’t the peak of anything. You don’t need bars. You don’t even drink anymore.)
“…in a few months someone else will fuck up and I’ll be a little safer.”
Not clear if that’s addressed to Mukuro or himself, or the palm that he’s kind of mumbling into.
“Thanks for being. Cool about it.”
COMPOSURE - (When was the last time you had a guest over? Ask her if she needs anything.)
DRAMA - (Ask the Lady if she requires a beverage of some sort!)
no subject
“No one’s killed me yet.”
He shrugs. Does that mean he’s doing good? He’s being careful and laying low. Dyster life is fine. It’s not like he has anywhere else to be.
INLAND EMPIRE - (The Last Drop. The Lucky. The world is full of places you aren’t allowed to go to anymore.)
AUTHORITY - (That shit was not your *Marvel Hill* it wasn’t the peak of anything. You don’t need bars. You don’t even drink anymore.)
“…in a few months someone else will fuck up and I’ll be a little safer.”
Not clear if that’s addressed to Mukuro or himself, or the palm that he’s kind of mumbling into.
“Thanks for being. Cool about it.”
COMPOSURE - (When was the last time you had a guest over? Ask her if she needs anything.)
DRAMA - (Ask the Lady if she requires a beverage of some sort!)
“Do you want something to drink. Soda?”