againsthedark:
fahrenheit was shaking down two of goodneighbor’s security outside of daisy’s earlier. something - or - another about had either seen him, where he’d disappear to this time, you understand. the detective merely smiled in passing. she’s good at her job, but he knows john. he won’t be found till he wants to be.
now, for example, as nick valentine crosses the street from the memory den. ain’t no mistaking that color scheme for anyone else. he coasts his stride into an amble, drifting into the lemony cast of a streetlamp. ‘ certainly isn’t the locale fare. ‘
hancock’s cigarette smoke looks liquid in the evening.
a breathy laugh and john is inclined to agree. goodneighbor was a rough place but it had it’s own charm. everyone knew each other; there’s an unspoken understanding among everyone on how things work here. respect your fellow outcast and they’ll respect you in return. flicking the cigarette to the ground, his foot lands on it in record time. ❝ it could be more...lively. welcoming committee is severely slackin’, ya know. ❞ code for i had to stab a guy. ❝ how you been ? ❞
