[his expression kind of falters, wincing at crime. er...well. no.
but...kind of? they need money, and they can't exactly waste time taking on odd jobs...
he sighs, then makes a wait a minute gesture with his hands before backing up and heading back the way they came. he's gotta go a roundabout way and get close to those guys somehow...
who let's the strategist sit around and make the strategies, anyway? PLEASE.]
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but...kind of? they need money, and they can't exactly waste time taking on odd jobs...
he sighs, then makes a wait a minute gesture with his hands before backing up and heading back the way they came. he's gotta go a roundabout way and get close to those guys somehow...
who let's the strategist sit around and make the strategies, anyway? PLEASE.]