[ cool, well. he's digging in his pocket for a packet of cigarillos and a matchbook, watching harley throw glass and being very careful not to flinch when it shatters. ]
[ well sure that works. putting his matches away to save for later, giving a ... thank you nod? he still isn't sure what he wants to actually say about this that will not result in him being instantly hit in the face. ]
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bullshittery. ]
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Can't be all that surprised, considering.
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[ he was thinking more like. nanite fuckery but wow. two death??? ]
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[ ...he's about to stick it in his mouth, but then he looks at shu. help :( ]