Ruth clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. His eyes drifted back and forth lazily. “Oh yeah? What she healed, Bertie’s bedsores?” He’d snort, not believing his own words for a second. Bertie wasn’t the type to sleep with his crew or pine after a lass half his age on principle.
Still, Nairn was avoiding even looking in the direction of the girl and group. He’d scoff at his friends words, rolling his eyes a little. Something was going on. “You don’t think anyone belongs in the C, that’s why you spend half your time turning them young’in’s elsewhere.”
Ruth tilted his head with the last of his words though. “But vulnerable?” he snickered, “...Lemme go find that part out.” Before wriggling out of the booth, he’d ruffle Nairn’s head.
Still, Nairn was avoiding even looking in the direction of the girl and group. He’d scoff at his friends words, rolling his eyes a little. Something was going on. “You don’t think anyone belongs in the C, that’s why you spend half your time turning them young’in’s elsewhere.”
Ruth tilted his head with the last of his words though. “But vulnerable?” he snickered, “...Lemme go find that part out.” Before wriggling out of the booth, he’d ruffle Nairn’s head.
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