@miss-lucy-celestial-princess continued from here.
“That’s not important.” His response was swift and avoidant as he moved to enter the other’s house without awaiting permission, hands already rummaging through the small, messenger bag he had brought with him as though searching for something, “Ya look so surprised ta see me; can’t a friend pop in every once in a while to visit? Or plot escape plans?”
No, rationally he knew they didn’t, as, to many, showing up at another’s house uninvited was deemed rude and inappropriate, especially at such a late hour. However, Bixlow, to put it clearly, didn’t give a shit. As it stood they didn’t have time for pleasantries nor formalities.
“On a totally hypothetical note and all, what size sombrero would you wear if ya had to?”
