[ How do you find someone who wants to stay hidden? A person without a physical description, or a name; it's a wild goose chase disguised as a respectable warrant — the longer these days go on, the more he sees that, now. Not that he's planning to quit, but things are definitely a lot more troublesome than they were supposed to be.
Sorry not sorry about the cover blown, Lancer. Pretend it's just two old friends ( """friends""" ) running into each other for a chat ( """chat""" ); most Westies don't think much more than that anyway. Not unless they're looking for either blue-haired folk — though once seems to be a lot more popular than the other. ]
I'm sure your liver thanks you. [ Said with furrowed eyebrows, because man, Koon expected Lancer to have better taste than whatever the hell it is he's drinking. But his expression smooths out quickly enough, when he's certain Lancer feels the judgement practically radiating off of Koon. ]
Absolutely. [ One (1) sly smile returned right back, easing into a nearby seat. ] Nothing like ... [ Ugh, there's only so much pretending he can do when he's sitting in a shitty beverage cart in the grimy streets of Westerley. The smile stays on his lips, but he's definitely groaning eternally. ] strolling around the streets here.
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Sorry not sorry about the cover blown, Lancer. Pretend it's just two old friends ( """friends""" ) running into each other for a chat ( """chat""" ); most Westies don't think much more than that anyway. Not unless they're looking for either blue-haired folk — though once seems to be a lot more popular than the other. ]
I'm sure your liver thanks you. [ Said with furrowed eyebrows, because man, Koon expected Lancer to have better taste than whatever the hell it is he's drinking. But his expression smooths out quickly enough, when he's certain Lancer feels the judgement practically radiating off of Koon. ]
Absolutely. [ One (1) sly smile returned right back, easing into a nearby seat. ] Nothing like ... [ Ugh, there's only so much pretending he can do when he's sitting in a shitty beverage cart in the grimy streets of Westerley. The smile stays on his lips, but he's definitely groaning eternally. ] strolling around the streets here.