[ He reaches across and shakes her hand- the feel of armor strange against his naked palm. It's as much protection to be without as it would to have any but- he doesn't need the reminder. He doesn't want it.
This is him, now. The bum that does locks. He can live with that. ]
Not my first rodeo, mate. I'll be there, don't worry your pretty head.
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[ He reaches across and shakes her hand- the feel of armor strange against his naked palm. It's as much protection to be without as it would to have any but- he doesn't need the reminder. He doesn't want it.
This is him, now. The bum that does locks. He can live with that. ]
Not my first rodeo, mate. I'll be there, don't worry your pretty head.