Ghoul looks outside for a moment, then squirms around the booth seat so he can sit beside Kobra instead. The small killjoy rests his head on the other man's shoulder, huffing out a breath through his nose.]
What's 'e gone fer? Never goes t' Tommy's if 'e can help it.
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Ghoul looks outside for a moment, then squirms around the booth seat so he can sit beside Kobra instead. The small killjoy rests his head on the other man's shoulder, huffing out a breath through his nose.]
What's 'e gone fer? Never goes t' Tommy's if 'e can help it.
[Shit, he hadn't expected Ghoul to go, had he?]