steprightup: <user name="bilbo" site="dreamwidth.org"> (“callin my name”)
" Jesse McCree " ([personal profile] steprightup) wrote in [community profile] thespacebar 2017-01-08 06:58 am (UTC)

[It gets under his skin, the way Reaper talks down to him like he's still 17 years old and locked in an interrogation room with nothing more to his name than the clothes on his back. From anybody else, he would have brushed it aside, let it go and ignored it as the words of someone who didn't matter or didn't understand.

Not from Gabriel. Not from the man who had sat him down and talked to him seriously when he'd been looking at life in prison. Someone who hadn't sugarcoated what he'd done or tried to impress on him the gravity of the situation. Gabriel had laid it out for him, clean and simple. Sign up and work off the debt or die in prison. Maybe he'd hated the choice- but at least Gabriel had given it to him like an adult.

He huffs a sigh and buries his nose under the collar of his serape to hide his irritation. Reaper, not Gabriel.

Should've just gone for the draw. He thinks a little ruefully.]


Look, we ain't been on this planet long enough to know what's all in store for us. An' bein' a professional, [He can't entirely keep the sarcasm out of his tone.] I'm sure I don't gotta remind you 'bout the importance of savin' your energy, 'specially since this lot ain't exactly up to keeping a night watch. [He jerks a thumb at their incapacitated team, one of which is babbling to the air about beautiful butterflies. Charming.]

All I'm sayin' is doin' nothing's got its merits. [He adjusts his belt as he says this, settling for keeping his arms at his side.] But if you're so darn keen on the idea of keepin' busy, how 'bout I go and do a perimeter check?

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