❝ being your bodyguard doesn’t mean that i have to agree with that. it just means that i can’t let you hurt yourself while you do it. ❞ he’s already got a migraine blossoming behind his eyes ( or, maybe it’s just never left since he woke up ) and, he folds arms across his chest, exhales hard through his nose. ❝ back-flipping, i can do ————— but, if you get knocked unconscious during a bar fight, then i’m not doing my job. ❞ a beat. ❝ ————— and, you shouldn’t smoke. ❞
Annie gave a soft sigh, a pointed look in his direction as she took a final drag and flicked the cigarette away from her. ❝ Look, of all the things that could KILL ME, I think smoking is pretty low on the list. And in comparison to the things that HAVE killed me it’s pretty insignificant or have you forgotten I’ve died a few times already ? ❞
The Pathfinder ran a hand through brightly colored hair, shook loose the tangles and knots that had worried themselves into the blue strands. Fingers ITCHED to pull another cigarette from the half full carton in her pocket, but she thought better of it. It would only result in another lecture. ❝ Too many things in my life are out of my control. At least this way, if it’s my own stupidity that kills me, it’s on MY OWN TERMS and by my own hands. I can only offer a precursory apology for the trouble I will INEVITABLY cause you. ❞
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