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[deportation]

𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙
𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩.



𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧,
𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨.



𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨. 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭. 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬.

( 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐚. )

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[takenosides]

The only misinterpretation was not sending you right to hell. Not that I'm taking sides. [He said, hands splayed, cigar safe in one still, a grin spreading over his lips again. What an arrogant son of a bitch, really. Thinking he can get away with flipping off the evil himself.]

[Footing the bill. Ha, as if he had a bill to foot. Don't ask ho he comes across the good shit, but it's strong and it's fine.]

Speaking from experience, it's not as fun as you might think. They get.... needy. Are you that needy, John? [he asked, accent stressing the word Needy both times.]

[He did move though, coming around the desk to sit on it's edge, a arm crossed under his chest, and the cigar held out to the side before taking another long pull off it, huffing the smoke, closer to the other.]

I'm sure I could help you with that list. Sinning is simple, with the right person.

[deportation]

That's on him. Shouldn't ever take a detour for gloating. [ Especially not when dealing with a con man. Thinking he could? He kind of did. Sure, the son of a bitch had his hands in his lungs for a few seconds, but bygones.

John tries not to look too hard into how Midnite makes his money. Might sour the taste. More than it does sometimes. He's not stupid. So, he'll enjoy the scotch. ]

Experience, huh? Me get needy? [ It's not a well kept secret that he is needy. In his own way. His own way being a bossy son of a bitch at the absolute best of times. And at his worst? Well, he'll hop in bed with just about anybody. Or anything. The way the other man comes around to sit makes him have to look up at him. Normally they're pretty evenly matched, even if Papa is just slightly taller. ]

And what do you know, I think the right person might be here in front of me. So, where should we get started?