[Those're the words of a planner and a doer, two things that've been a bit stale and absent in the realm of the clubs he's found in and around the turtle. Most of 'em are kedan and crazy, not welcomin' of an outsider, but this guy scans as regular joe -- only he's wary at the bait.
Still, he's not asking for the smokin' gun, just an idea of where he stands.]
The one callin' the shots, or damn near enough. [Said with a nod and a careful look up and down of this ballista-badass; he's got no kutte and no patch what he can see.] Who're you runnin' with?
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Still, he's not asking for the smokin' gun, just an idea of where he stands.]
The one callin' the shots, or damn near enough. [Said with a nod and a careful look up and down of this ballista-badass; he's got no kutte and no patch what he can see.] Who're you runnin' with?