[ A rotten rattle of a laugh hacks from his throat. ]
I'm dead, and here I am askin' for payment. Funny how that works.
[ Her sixth sense seems deadened, somehow. But with focus, she can pick up: he's dead. Definitely long gone, but he doesn't quite seem like a spirit. More like something long gone that's latched onto a memory, malice that remembers the card games, malice that's looked into her head and latched onto what it found.
It might not be true, but for now, it definitely believes it. ]
Now look, sweetheart, I'm gonna give you to the count of 10.
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she could take a leaf outta rosalie's book.][ A rotten rattle of a laugh hacks from his throat. ]
I'm dead, and here I am askin' for payment. Funny how that works.
[ Her sixth sense seems deadened, somehow. But with focus, she can pick up: he's dead. Definitely long gone, but he doesn't quite seem like a spirit. More like something long gone that's latched onto a memory, malice that remembers the card games, malice that's looked into her head and latched onto what it found.
It might not be true, but for now, it definitely believes it. ]
Now look, sweetheart, I'm gonna give you to the count of 10.
1. . . 2. . .