[ He taps his thumb against Gold's lip, listening intently. The moment keeps swinging on him, his thoughts slowing before they kick back up to bounce around his skull. Like a shot that ricochets, that comes to wreck the world because of your own goddamn carelessness.
It would be easy to swing careless here, wouldn't it? ]
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It would be easy to swing careless here, wouldn't it? ]
The rest of your clothes. Help me with them.