"No, what I think is I'm going to have to have a lengthy talk with Raziel and Quinn about what my duties are here, because babysitting was not among them- now shut. the fuck up. for thirty seconds." October is... more agitated than usual, by the look of him, the wadded remains of a missing person's poster being used as a makeshift torch to spark his cigarette and burn stray strings from his threadbare sweater. "Sometimes, kid, the most appealing thing you can do with your mouth is absolutely fuckin' nothing, and that's gonna be most of the time, while they got me watchin' your ass."
He sighs, as the flyer burns to cinders and a peal of smoke rolls from his nose. "Alright, it's been 30 seconds- impressive you managed to be quiet that long. They really paid you to be this insufferable 'fore you ended up in here?" He's not even really being mean about it, leveling Hunter with a cold blue glare- it's just how he regards most people. "Have we fallen so far from the echelons of celebrity?"
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