You look like you're not from around here. [ it's almost eerie, and not only because even this snarky treatment feels friendly compared to what he's been getting, but that the way this man turns and simply expects him to follow feels familiar, as if he does the same thing himself, as if they're--
related.
he's already met a version of Bruce, so that wouldn't be far fetched. he frowns and follows, slipping the sheathed knife into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. he appreciates it. a lot. ]
So I take it knives are your style, then? [ someone who knows his weapon of choice. ] Were you on my team?
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related.
he's already met a version of Bruce, so that wouldn't be far fetched. he frowns and follows, slipping the sheathed knife into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. he appreciates it. a lot. ]
So I take it knives are your style, then? [ someone who knows his weapon of choice. ] Were you on my team?