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(( &&. MASON, Dexter ))

Dexter smiled, crossing his arms whilst thinking the man should be crazy; he wouldn’t complain though. “Trust me, it’s worth it. There’s so much stuff there we’ll come back as heroes.”

❝ As long as we do come back, then I’m fine. ❞

Not able to deny that the thought of being viewed as a “hero” did appeal to him, the corners of Abel’s lips curled into a lopsided simper, radiating a small sense of confidence --- after all, Abel Evans was not the type of man who was celebrated. He had no honor; he was not principled nor honest and he’d shed his pride long ago. Abel was not a hero and he knew it --- but maybe this new life would give him a second chance to try and amend that.

❝ Am I being paid upfront, or do I wait until we’re back? ❞

#this is trash im sRy #[[ convo;; dexter ]]

❝ Y’know what I really miss? Good music -- oh, &. cigarettes. ❞ Tongue tucked around the largely-chewed, half-frayed &. barely-there cocktail stick (( they seemed to be the only substitute he could find for the nicotine-laced sticks he craved so desperately -- a pathetic alternative, true, but it would have to do )) hanging loosely between chiseled ivories, viridescent-hued oculars assessed a crack, deep &. fragmenting &. flowing down the wall like a raging river, as his words settled in the air -- hanging like an open invitation for conversation. Although, if he was being fully honest, Abel wasn’t holding his breath when it came to a reply -- in the time that he’d been underground, tucked away within the safety of the sanctuary while the world continued to wither &. wilt above him, Abel had been successful in holding three -- that’s right, three discussions. Mostly, he’d found that people liked talking about their past: the things they had before all of this; the things they were proud of; that they loved, hated, disliked -- whatever it was, Abel was content enough with listening. He hadn’t had a lot of experience with being around innocent, honest, trustworthy people in the last year -- prison wasn’t that sort of environment &. so, as terrible as it sounded, he found his new home refreshing; even with all the infected baying for blood up there. ❝ How about you? What do you miss? ❞

#[[ finally rolls in with a starter ]] evening #hi im asia && this is absolute trash #radstart

(( &&. MASON, Dexter ))

I don’t need rations. I was actually thinking about something more interesting. There were so much stuff lying around the bar, but that was all I could carry without being ripped to pieces. You wanna a beer? Maybe you could help me get some more.”

❝ Let me get this straight, you want me to accompany you back to a bar full of infected, which, let’s be honest, is a guaranteed death trap to pick up some “stuff” --- all for a beer? ❞ Abel pursed his lips, seemingly deep in thought.

❝ ---- Alright. You’ve got yourself a deal. ❞

#im such a weiner pls xcuse me #[[ convo;; dexter ]]

(( &&. MASON, Dexter ))

“Well that depends doesn’t it? These almost cost my life. What do you have for me in return?”

❝ Well, that, too, depends -- but on what you want. I mean, I've got some spare rations lying around somewhere, if that’ll pique your interest. ❞

#aw thank you so much qt!!#his name is abel im so srry #i should probably put that somewhere so ppl know ??#[[ convo;; dexter ]]

(( &&. MASON, Dexter ))

"Yeah, I almost died back in that bar, but at least I found some beers so let’s face it, it was worth it."

❝ Feel like sharing your loot, Wonder Boy? ❞

#hey there !!#im asia and ur name is adorable #c: dexter

hunnamsource

#this is outrageous #[[ visage;; ]]

#evrxn #[[ out of convict;; ]]#pls

(( &&. HODGE, Charlie ))

“Alright, it’s either you can grow a pair and come with me, or you can stay here and not drag me behind. If anything, I’m trying to make sure we survive down here for as long as possible instead of sitting around and doing nothing. So, what’s it going to be?”

Roseate bottom lip tucked compact between teeth, Abel surveyed the other -- taciturn and impassive. ❝ Drag you behind? ❞ He reiterated after a protracted moment, a sudden sense of incredulity seeping into his words. ❝ Fine, kid, I’ll tag along --- seeing as you seem to have enough balls for the both of us. ❞