Graverobber shook his head. He knew Shilo would probably kick major ass in school: regardless of what time she was in she seemed to be intelligent, which was more than he could say about everyone else.
There was a few moments of silence and Shilo apologized, which lead Graverobber to prop one foot up on the edge of the bench so he was half-perching, already almost done his meal. The foot tasted better, at least.
"Just don't expect me to be your father," he said flatly, pausing to crack his neck. Or a father-type for that matter. Though if what the papers said and Shilo's dad really did the things he did, she could be a lot worse.
The Largos...
Graverobber actually paused what he was doing, looking slightly pensive for a moment as he thought of Amber Sweet. Where the fuck would she get all her Z? Most dealers were terrified of selling it to her... Then again, with Rotti Largo dead...