Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[Save for his own few necessities, every last penny of Shane's cash had gone back home for almost his entire fucking life. He probably could've gone down to Georgia, but he didn't save shit, and back in the day, before the hotel, it wasn't as if they could ask for a day off, yeah? Plus, what the fuck was in Georgia?—Shane rolled his eyes at Clementine.] Yeah, okay. [He laughed again, almost all a graveled growl. He wasn't the fucking kind of guy who had a type, yeah? He just didn't work that way. So, yeah, maybe he'd've seen shit he liked, but probably not.
The man sniffed and the air was cold, outside and fucking in, slick in the throat. He walked next to Clementine, close, his shoulder butting hers as the ground sloped.] The fuck does that mean? You hand the kid over and then move the fuck on to something else? [Maybe Shane was dense, but he didn't fucking get what she meant. Even after all of the lessons from the goddamn hotel, he didn't really understand 'temporary.' The thought that Clementine would go do different shit hadn't even fucking occurred to him.]
Think you could do that again? Go back to whatever the fuck you were doing?