[ not for sale? he raises an eyebrow, expression stuck between confusion and indignation at the fact Keener thought he'd want some gaudy ass watch. it's too complicated and too technical, something you'd see in on the arms of fobbits instead of actually in the field. he raises a hand, showing off a simple, nondescript timex expedition. the glass is fucked and the time has arbitrarily stopped, something he notes with a tsk ]
It's not to my taste.
[ and really, where they were going, a watch wasn't going to do them much good. let go of all earthly attachments, or something like that. he'd never really listened those few times he'd been in church. like recognizes like, and even as content as he is to sit in silence, there's catharsis in talking over things that were like distant memories. ]
I've seen one similar before. Perhaps not the same, but close enough to catch my eye.
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It's not to my taste.
[ and really, where they were going, a watch wasn't going to do them much good. let go of all earthly attachments, or something like that. he'd never really listened those few times he'd been in church. like recognizes like, and even as content as he is to sit in silence, there's catharsis in talking over things that were like distant memories. ]
I've seen one similar before. Perhaps not the same, but close enough to catch my eye.
[ ie, you got fleeced mate ]