[There's the soft spot. The boy always had far too much sympathy for his own good.]
You have three days. Fly on your own tab.
[With that, the partition between them rises and the car comes screeching to a halt. The same bodyguards that shoved him into the backseat now move to push him out.]
we can continue this in a musebox log c:
You have three days. Fly on your own tab.
[With that, the partition between them rises and the car comes screeching to a halt. The same bodyguards that shoved him into the backseat now move to push him out.]