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Dov Cantor (morphinedream) wrote in paxletalelogs,

"What the hell else am I supposed ta tell ya? I mean I ain't like, a goody-good or nothin', but I don't got anythin' I can't handle. I don't got any bombshells or nothin'. Freakin' relax, alright?" Dov smiled. Okay, so he was kind of going to be screwed in the work department at the time being (goddamn it, the conversation with his boss was not going well) but he didn't need any help from anybody with that. Even if he was broke and basically getting allowance from Elias.

Dammit.

"Things are uh, fine." The expression Dov gave Charlie so Elias couldn't see said otherwise. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful, but he definitely didn't have the space he needed. The makeshift curtains had helped, but shit, he needed to get out. It'd been way too long since he'd gone to a party. Or a bar. Or gotten laid. Fuck. And now he was going to be doing like... charity stuff? This wasn't his kind of thing at all.

"I'm thinkin' about findin' a job here. Just 'cause I mean... I might as well, right? Get back faster n'stuff."