[ Sharkface tips his head back and just listens for a bit, stubbing out the remains of the cigarette. Home - or at least the warm sort of nostalgia for that one, singular place - has always been something that happened to other people. He left the first chance he got and never looked back. It's not like that for everyone, he knows. ]
Sounds like a good place to grow up.
[ There's nothing mocking in his tone. Kids ought to have that, a bit of peace before they get caught up in the grinder. He takes the offered food and starts eating. ]
My captain, he was from somewhere called Michigan. Talked about the snow a lot.
[ CT said he missed it. The cold. The color of it. Sharkface always thought that was bullshit, but CT only laughed whenever he said it. ]
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Sounds like a good place to grow up.
[ There's nothing mocking in his tone. Kids ought to have that, a bit of peace before they get caught up in the grinder. He takes the offered food and starts eating. ]
My captain, he was from somewhere called Michigan. Talked about the snow a lot.
[ CT said he missed it. The cold. The color of it. Sharkface always thought that was bullshit, but CT only laughed whenever he said it. ]