Huh? No. No, umβ¦
[ fingers drumming on thigh. Leg bouncing. ]
Iβm not usually involved in too much. Equipment maintenance. Think Iβm actually being kept away from shite sometimes.
But who knows. Maybe Iβll get yeeted into somethinβ questionable.
[ Russian mafia apparentlyβbut heβs got the sense to not speak on anything that canβt be found on public record, even if only just tabloid gossip. ]
Fuck if I know. Iβll be damned if I know how that manβs mind works.
Starting to reconsider renewing my contract though.
Yeah sβ always been a little shady, I knew I was signing up for shady, but thereβs likeβ¦
β¦we get paid by the government to be shady, and then thereβs like.
[ deep breath. ]
Canβt be specific, but thereβs some articles floating around. Known arms dealers shady.
Oh.
[ Well, he hopes he didn't make things awkward. Mickey looks at the receipt in his hand and pockets it for later ]
Shady? Wasn't it always a little shady?
[ blinking up. ]
Iβm fucking wiv yeh.
[ Scribble. Scribble. And then smacking a KFC receipt into Mickeyβs hand with βEdβ, his number, and a little doodle of a dog. ]
Yeah. Itβs just gettingβ¦busy. Andβ¦shady, if Iβm being honest. Always been a bit shady, but.
Did it on puβ nβ why would you think so? I didn't do it on purpose. Why would you even think I'd do something like that?
[ He watches him for a moment, still a little indignant]
Weird?
Mate yeh say it like that and it sounds like yeh did it on purpose.
[ patting himself down. Hm. Whereβ¦how aboutβokay. And penβ¦scribbling. ]
Uhm.
Yeah. Yeah. Itβs uhβ¦
β¦itβs getting weird, Iβm noβ gonna lie.
[ inhaleβ-raspberrying a cheek and then getting up, YOINKing Mickey to his feet by a hand wrapped around his forearm. ]
Awh, hell mate. Wish I knew. Iβd sneak yeh pocket pussies and drop commissary money.
She's hunkered down in the couch with a video game controller and a headset on as she plays Shadow of Mordor without the volume. She didn't know if/when he'd be up, so she wanted to be respectful.