[ Anders probably didn't notice Silco, seeing as the man was lurking near the entrance, probably considered leaving himself -- these shows of camraderie had always made the man slink out, unwilling and unable to simply embrace trust and teamwork (for some reason) -- but he hadn't quite slipped out yet. Instead, he had been dourly drinking hard liquor against the wall near the exit, in the shadows, with possibly the foulest smelling cigar any one man could ever hope to inhale.
Either Yima paid poorly too, or the man liked them like that. So vile ones skin nearly crawled.
It's probably just as Anders is trying to high tail it out of the eerie Highstorm event -- and just as the crime boss was finally Done With This and had just turned to leave -- the worst meet cute to ever exist.
The whisky, tragically, splashed across his right hand from the bump (because it was overfull don't hate) and he looked at the now half-full glass and his whiskey soaked glove first with an annoyed glance, before he turned back to the man who was...
Talking about blind loyalty? Well, he's not wrong for some of them (amos) but... ]
You think it's blind loyalty that motivates us? [ He asked, not asking for an apology, or offering it. There's a sneer on scarred lips, though, as he leveled a dual-toned gaze toward Anders. ]
iiib
Either Yima paid poorly too, or the man liked them like that. So vile ones skin nearly crawled.
It's probably just as Anders is trying to high tail it out of the eerie Highstorm event -- and just as the crime boss was finally Done With This and had just turned to leave -- the worst meet cute to ever exist.
The whisky, tragically, splashed across his right hand from the bump (because it was overfull don't hate) and he looked at the now half-full glass and his whiskey soaked glove first with an annoyed glance, before he turned back to the man who was...
Talking about blind loyalty? Well, he's not wrong for some of them (amos) but... ]
You think it's blind loyalty that motivates us? [ He asked, not asking for an apology, or offering it. There's a sneer on scarred lips, though, as he leveled a dual-toned gaze toward Anders. ]
That we question nothing?