I don't—I don't fuckin' know, and I wouldn'ta been able to find out if you hadn't been there because he probably woulda killed me! If—if you wanna blame anyone for this, just—just fuckin' blame me for paintin' a target on my back in the first place and gettin' that asshole's attention—!
(Has gone full-on upset Brooklynite at this point.)
Oh dear, oh dear...
(Rifles around in her cat pockets.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-to Silver- Huh. Ah well.
-to Jensen- Are you fine with a panama?
-to Cliff- Oh, why not with your current outfit? It totally fits.
-it should be noted, that his voice always has a tone of sarcasm to it, no matter what his actual mood is-
edited 27th Aug '15 5:13:26 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia is still smiling at you, Claire-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Cliff takes off the hat and examines it-
I have no idea who the heck that is or what that means...
But hey, free hats. It's not that bad looking neither.
Deer