Gamble grunts as he's shoved against a wall, wincing. Damn it...
"You think we can just go back to how it was? You think this was just another rough night in the bars?" He laughs, weakly. "Give it up. Either kill me, or turn me in. Don't keep up the buddy cop act, Jimbo."
There's a sort of desperation in his voice. Almost as if he wants to be turned in, to be put out of his misery.
((OOC: And it's 09:30 here in sunny England. I should fix food. I'll be here. Loving this so far!))
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"You think we can just go back to how it was? You think this was just another rough night in the bars?" He laughs, weakly. "Give it up. Either kill me, or turn me in. Don't keep up the buddy cop act, Jimbo."
There's a sort of desperation in his voice. Almost as if he wants to be turned in, to be put out of his misery.
((OOC: And it's 09:30 here in sunny England. I should fix food. I'll be here. Loving this so far!))