
ghcstlylover
Tamsin adjusted the newsboy cap that sat upon her head as she walked down the busy streets towards the pub.

ofautumnleaves
@-ptsdisms - He leaned against the bar. "I can. Kill people for you," he said lowly. "I was a sharpshooter. Over there."
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ghcstlylover
@ofautumnleaves ) She stayed quiet for a minute as she weighed her options " depends , what exactly can you do that would be helpful? " she raised an eyebrow as she sat at the bar
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ofautumnleaves
@-ptsdisms - He didn't quite know how to respond. "Do you need help," he decided to ask as she stepped into the pub, "with. Your buisness?" He wondered if he should buy her a drink. Was that polite? He wasn't sure.
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