[ in the quiet of the streets, the slight difference in his footsteps sounds more obvious to his ears. he finds himself wishing he'd had them get the cab. he's not used to so much walking, and he's spent the last three weeks holed up in his room getting high, drunk, or fucking around with steve.
but if they had just hopped the cab for a quick ride, they probably wouldn't talk like this.
eddie looks him up and down, letting that smile turn a little more genuine. ]
A literal motherfucker, our own Billy Hargrove?
[ sure. why not. if they're going to be the three musketeers they might as well go hard and commit. ]
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but if they had just hopped the cab for a quick ride, they probably wouldn't talk like this.
eddie looks him up and down, letting that smile turn a little more genuine. ]
A literal motherfucker, our own Billy Hargrove?
[ sure. why not. if they're going to be the three musketeers they might as well go hard and commit. ]
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