Re: Clout | 7-28-2020 | Afternoon
Oh, wow, Troy thought. This guy was being reasonable as fuck. And he understood the warning Hemlock had offered about making rabbit holes. Then out of the blue, the Bookmen threw Troy a curveball. His eyes narrowed a bit as he watched Nate, not with malice but with intrigue. Troy resisted the urge to show his hand, and kept his poker face at Gaga level. He wet his lips when the answer to his shit-disturbing question was on the dull side, and his gaze shifted away for a millisecond before Ronan was mentioned. Or, Troy assumed 'Mr. Murphy' was Mars. He was usually present...
The Navajo gave a sneer, teeth bared, and made a noise that was befitting a chance encounter with Ronan. Troy's eyebrows rose suddenly though, and gave the impression he was going to offer some consolation. "Cool thing; he always knows where you are!"
"Do you think I should watch my back?"
There it was; Troy's shot. Without missing a beat, and in rhythm: "Leave a note for your next of kin. Tell 'em where you been. Pray that hell or heaven lets you in." He smiled, widely. He was also only half joking. Naw but really. Baby daddy, ex-boyfriend, first love, friend with benefits, current smashpiece... Someone was bound to notice how cozy the Bookmen had gotten with Troy's semi-sister.
"If you're worried, Zap can call him off. She has this metal whistle that only he can hear," Troy joked, "but the good news is, at least he figured out your kid's mutation. Baller." He made a gesture that was mostly a grandiose tip of his imaginary hat. "Anyway, ignore Ronan. Only dude to look out for is Forge. Dead ass, he will kill you in your sleep."