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--hopefully up into her eyes* Do you think you can walk now, Rowan?@PocketStarlight

--in the door, and swiveled back* Hudson's one of the good ones... *dropping to a crouch in front of @PocketStarlight, he peered --

--His brother, I think... *nodding, he bounced to his feet, peering through the tiny window -- @PocketStarlight

--Brad Bellick. The other one. *fingers closing in a circle, he held them up to his eyes* Bug eyes. -- @PocketStarlight

It... *fixed gaze on the radio, he recited the speaker's words, brows lifting in sudden realization* Bellick! Not... -- @PocketStarlight

#Please #DontLetMeShootMyselfInTheFoot #OrAnywhereElse // #TheFinishLine ~ Pause Mariachi Mayem? I like it!

-- Think you can waddle a bit more, Flammable Lemon? @PocketStarlight

--position, he closed his fingers around her wrist, turning her palm upright and dropped a bic lighter into her hand*-- @PocketStarlight

-- and stretched out his leg, reaching deep into his front pocket* How you doin', Row? *returning to an upright -- @PocketStarlight

--the world who can't be bought. *gently bumping his shoulder to @PocketStarlight's he angled his chin, warm smile on his face,--

-- the packet, extracting a biscuit, munching thoughtfully* No one's answered yet. Maybe there's someone left in -- @PocketStarlight

--who try to buy people. *shaking his head* I don't know who that is... *dropping to a crouch beside @PocketStarlight, he reached into--

*the look of disdain clear on his face, he shook his head* If there's one thing I can't stand it's people -- @PocketStarlight

--trousers* It's for protection, Rowan. I don't want you thinking I'd ever use it... not in a /bad/ way... @PocketStarlight

--he held his palm out long enough for @PocketStarlight to see, and carefully reached back, retucking it in the waistband of his --

--lifting his shirt* But I also got this. *bringing the Glock forward, his fingers wrapped around the weapon, -- @PocketStarlight

-- it'd be a good thing to have... *pausing for a beat, he met her eyes, uncertain, and reached back, -- @PocketStarlight

--his brows raised* Dunno. I mean, we might hear other guards, or Warden Pope giving orders. Just thought-- @PocketStarlight

*the radio turning left and right with a twist of his wrist, he exhaled a long breath through puffed cheeks, -- @PocketStarlight