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thetrailsman:

❝ Hello, Hoby. ❞ Given up on whores? What was that supposed to mean? The kid somehow seemed to think his distaste for women made him superior. Fargo found it amusing, this little crush Hoby had on him. But it could get him into a lot of trouble. People would wonder why Fargo hadn’t gunned him down already. In truth, Fargo wasn’t sure why. Hoby had said something about a game. Skye wasn’t sure exactly what the game was, just that it didn’t stop until one of them was dead. ❝ I see you still haven’t hit puberty. ❞

Hoby's face went blank. He wasn't familiar with the term.

❝ Skye, you know I'm not educated. ❞

It wasn't fair, really. How could Hoby play when he didn't understand?

❝ Speak plainly when you talk to me. To avoid any confusion. ❞

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❝ You have some nerve, showing up here.❞ Distracted from the beautiful blonde woman on his arm by someone younger, more beautiful, even blonder. ❝ Or is Denver not one of the five states you’re wanted in? ❞

❝ It's the state I'm most wanted in.❞ No, it isn't. That's Texas. Wyoming a close runner up. Hoby forgets if he's on Denver's radar, but he's spent a lot of time there. Hoby finds that he's pleased to see Fargo. Maybe Fargo would kill him tonight. The thought made Hoby all tingly inside.

❝ Hello, Skye. I see you haven't given up on whores yet. ❞

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"Now you’re a masochist on top of a psychopath?" Right, the kid wouldn’t understand any of that. "You’re standing there bleeding to death and you’re thinking about how it really gets your rocks off?" Somehow this didn’t surprise Fargo in the slightest.

"Did it get your rocks off?"

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"Weren’t you too dead to appreciate it?" Fargo asked. Sure there had been a lot of foreplay, but the end bit -the brain splattering- had been the poetic part. At least it had, in theory. In reality, it was more like Hoby one second, carcass the next. It hade felt… unsatisfactory. Anti-climatic.

"You took your time," Hoby said. "Real slow and painful. I like that. Usually I like to be the one hurting people, but I didn't mind at all."

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"Just dandy, huh? Until I killed you." Was Hoby mad about that? If he was, he didn’t let on. And Hoby wasn’t much for hiding his feelings. Fargo figured being alive was good enough for the kid. "Nothing’s really changed for you though, has it? You were always a wanted man." "If you buy a brand new bottle it’s not a problem."

"It was real nice, how you did it. What's the word? Poetic."

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bibblex:

" I think you might need some help.. "

" If you mean therapy, I already have some. The courts make me go every week. "

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thetrailsman:

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe it’s not a good thing everyone knows your name?" Fargo asked. It was reckless if you asked him. Even a good reputation like his own came with problems. But every lawman West of the Mississippi was after Hoby. At fifteen that left him a lot of time left to be caught. Assuming his way of life didn’t kill him first. Fargo didn’t like the idea of Canada either, or staying in one spot. But he had scarcely been on this side of the law and it made him damn uncomfortable. And it wasn’t like last time. He couldn’t clear his name of this one. "They’ve got good whiskey in Canada." At least that was true.

"You know what, I was having no troubles at all before you came along," Hoby pointed out. Although he had only been on his bank robbing and murder-spree for about a year. He most definitely would have been caught, probably sooner rather than later. "That's a rumour. They water it down, just like they do here." This was true, but mostly Hoby was trying to annoy him. This turned out to be a special talent of his.

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Fargo grabbed Hoby’s hand. “I’m not going to hurt you, Hoby. It was a joke. I was trying to be… sexy.” Of course it was a horrible idea when the kid took everything literally. ”I love you, Hoby Cotton. Remember?” He hadn’t been thinking. The kid had hideouts everywhere. Hoby was experienced at being on the run and Fargo was just a beginner. ”Do they know you in Montana?” Maybe they could blend in. Blend in and do what? No, it was better to get farther. ”What about Manitoba?”

He tries to comprehend what Fargo was saying, but when it doesn't come easily to him, he deals with the other part of what Skye was saying. "They know me everywhere," Hoby said, proudly. "Everywhere in America." To Hoby five states constituted as everywhere. "It's an awful long way to Manitoba, but no, they do't know me there." It sounded plumb dreadful to Hoby to spend the rest of his life somewhere so cold and boring, but he was willing to make concessions. This one time.

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*whispers* what if i brought back fargo