"Signed onto this to crack skulls and teach Quinn the ropes, and now I'm babysitting Hollywood's Mistake and any other fuckin' fool they decide to let loiter around." He's muttering to himself, smoking a cigarette outside the Parson house. He'll go for a walk, later, under the stars and moon, and relish in the cooler night air. In the loneliness that comes from wandering alongside fellow monsters. He's still cloaked in heavy fur, despite the heat, and the younger members of the Commune running around in the sprinklers to try and beat the sun- his dogs sit nearby, Glory panting around a ball and Gore staring pointedly, ever-vigilant at her master's side. He's about to keep moving, maybe take a few hours to himself at his U-Haul, still bogged down with belongings and locked tight- when he glances up at the sound of the screen door rattling open.
He's about to say something disparaging, really, but Gore starts braying instead, hackles raised. "Heh, sounds like the old girl's made her opinion of you known there, Jordan." He chuckles, tapping ash off his cigarette. "Gore. Hush." The dog quiets, seating herself silently again- odd stare leveled at the other man now. "They finally decide you were done doing your chores there, handsome? Gonna let you come outside an' play in the sprinklers?"
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