Huh! That's good to know at least.
[Seb gently takes the paper, squinting a little to read it. Fish has bad eyesight.]
I'll have to check it out sometime then! Thanks~๐ต
Yea-fuck-
(She tried getting out if the vent tii soon. Hit her head in the vent.)
Ow... yeah. Some break room still had a working refrigerator. And a working microwave. Wrote down the rumb number and wgere it is.
(She hands him a piece if paper before taking her bag off.)
โ โ Birdie, darling, listen to mmmeee.
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โ โ โ โ ใ Setting the gun aside, leaning over. ใ
โ โ I ain't going anywhere. I tried and got up there once, He just pulled me back. You need to be the one to go.
โ โ Shit, uhm. . .i unno, actually. Been a while since i tried before Boss pulled me back here.
โ โ Why, birdie? I could get one for the kid right now.
โ โ Aye aye, big boss.
โ โ โ
โ โ โ โ ใ Getting his shotgun, starting to clean it with a paper towel; his eyes completely on her. ใ
โ โ What is it you wanna talk about?