[ And there it is - the place that Caesar had found was this infested hovel.
Joseph eyes the stairs with some disdain as he prepares himself to climb it. He lifts his hand and plants it on the banister. He piles his weight into it and carefully hauls his foot up to the first step with a grinding crackle of rigid and dry bones that Caesar might hear if he listens closely enough. He continues, the sound subsides step by step, leaving the occasional smear of oily black tracking up the rail. He grimaces as he wills his legs to work with him.
He shoots Caesar a strained look from the fourth step as he speaks, rushes out a scoff with one overexerted breath, rolls his glazed eyes, shucks his elbow against the banister a moment to address his warning. ]
Yeah, sure. Let's just take a moment to be honest with ourselves, Caesar, my lad - even if something should happen to attract the attention of some undesirables, the worst that a bunch of homeless crackheads squatting in a warehouse are going to do is shoot me again.
[ And he's so threatened by that notion that he's going to heave his foot up and onto the next step again, and continue right along until he gets to the top. He unglues his hand from the railing as he hauls himself to the top floor and shakes the strain out. ]
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Joseph eyes the stairs with some disdain as he prepares himself to climb it. He lifts his hand and plants it on the banister. He piles his weight into it and carefully hauls his foot up to the first step with a grinding crackle of rigid and dry bones that Caesar might hear if he listens closely enough. He continues, the sound subsides step by step, leaving the occasional smear of oily black tracking up the rail. He grimaces as he wills his legs to work with him.
He shoots Caesar a strained look from the fourth step as he speaks, rushes out a scoff with one overexerted breath, rolls his glazed eyes, shucks his elbow against the banister a moment to address his warning. ]
Yeah, sure. Let's just take a moment to be honest with ourselves, Caesar, my lad - even if something should happen to attract the attention of some undesirables, the worst that a bunch of homeless crackheads squatting in a warehouse are going to do is shoot me again.
[ And he's so threatened by that notion that he's going to heave his foot up and onto the next step again, and continue right along until he gets to the top. He unglues his hand from the railing as he hauls himself to the top floor and shakes the strain out. ]