Clearly, the shhh part. "Oh, now you tell me!" he hissed between his teeth, voice low again. Kinda fucked up seemed like an understatement. Did he want to hear this story?
...yeah. Yeah, he did.
"Warning: I might need a few beers after." Deep breath. Of all the people whose memory he had to be tangled up in, why did it have to be Locus? The one person he didn't want to see? The one person he stupidly said that he didn't deserve to like cats? The genocidal--
Didn't matter. Didn't matter; this shit was fucked up and they were all victims here.
Tucker nodded at the directions all the same: head down, shut up. Wouldn't be the first time he'd be told that by a Freelancer. He made a face at the walls, wrinkling his nose. "Pretty sure you don't have to worry about me touch anything. Go, dude."
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...yeah. Yeah, he did.
"Warning: I might need a few beers after." Deep breath. Of all the people whose memory he had to be tangled up in, why did it have to be Locus? The one person he didn't want to see? The one person he stupidly said that he didn't deserve to like cats? The genocidal--
Didn't matter. Didn't matter; this shit was fucked up and they were all victims here.
Tucker nodded at the directions all the same: head down, shut up. Wouldn't be the first time he'd be told that by a Freelancer. He made a face at the walls, wrinkling his nose. "Pretty sure you don't have to worry about me touch anything. Go, dude."