Of course it comes out like fuck oh fuck why instead, but that's how it goes in these situations. He groans quietly.
"Look. Uh...I didn't have a place to stay, you know? They ran out of rooms. And then I sneezed in Jesse's cookies and he...you know. Did me a favor. Gave me somewhere to stay. So-"
Stan wipes the putty off on his stupid looking (and wet) initiative issued clothing and grabs a muddy schoolbag from nearby, digging through it. He manages to come up with a loose coin, about enough for a sandwich. Probably his lunch money. He presses it into Saul's hand, and licks his lips nervously.
"Let's call today legal counsel, right? You said you're still a lawyer. So there's that...there's a privilege thing. Right?"
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Of course it comes out like fuck oh fuck why instead, but that's how it goes in these situations. He groans quietly.
"Look. Uh...I didn't have a place to stay, you know? They ran out of rooms. And then I sneezed in Jesse's cookies and he...you know. Did me a favor. Gave me somewhere to stay. So-"
Stan wipes the putty off on his stupid looking (and wet) initiative issued clothing and grabs a muddy schoolbag from nearby, digging through it. He manages to come up with a loose coin, about enough for a sandwich. Probably his lunch money. He presses it into Saul's hand, and licks his lips nervously.
"Let's call today legal counsel, right? You said you're still a lawyer. So there's that...there's a privilege thing. Right?"