engrams: (forty-six.)
JOHNNY SILVERHAND. ([personal profile] engrams) wrote in [community profile] finalflight 2021-08-09 01:17 pm (UTC)

[Johnny’s lips quirk, partly because the other guy is right, and partly because he has a retort loaded and ready to fire back.]

What, not gonna try to sell yourself to a potential client? Wanna hear your own opinion about what you can do, what you specialize in. Helps a man decide whether or not he wants to throw his hard-earned dough at you.

[On the tail of such a claim, it’s telling, then, that Johnny waves it away in the next breath. Normally he can stew in the back-and-forth, let them both marinate in it until they’re sick of each other. This time? This time maybe his patience isn’t quite as thick, maybe this has a sense of urgency to it that the rockerboy hasn’t bothered to let on since the moment he strode in, trailing cigarette smoke.]

How about this, then: you capable enough to find someone missin’ without so much of a trace? Of a sort. The kind of person that usually makes such a splash that they leave some kinda trail to follow, but this time that trail is…

[An inhale of smoke. An exhale. It clouds the space between them.]

Tricky.

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