[The gravy lands too close to him, but then again, these are Alec’s clothes so he doesn’t care quite as much. It’s more the smell that gets to him. But what else is there to say? They’ve a lead on the job, and Rufus isn’t inclined to extend this conversation further.]
Right. Thanks.
[The words are more dismissal than actual gratitude, and soon he’s following Alec out, but not without noting the payment left behind.
The lower plate scent of smog fills his lungs, and he decides that it’s far better than the inside of that questionably greasy establishment.]
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Right. Thanks.
[The words are more dismissal than actual gratitude, and soon he’s following Alec out, but not without noting the payment left behind.
The lower plate scent of smog fills his lungs, and he decides that it’s far better than the inside of that questionably greasy establishment.]
You keep interesting company.