@lifesver said: " you can make them stop. "
knife in hand, his grip around the handle is tight enough that it's draining the color from his knuckles. ā oh, I can make them stop now, can I? aināt that something. ā his tone is dry, a crooked smile briefly tugging at the corners of his lips before his face falls neutral again.
he seriously doubted that he actually could get his family to stop, even if he wanted to. hell, he couldnāt even keep nubbins out of that damn graveyard. and drayton? heād lose his shit at the mere suggestion of being the one taking orders instead of giving them (that didnāt stop johnny from barkinā back at the old man when the mood hit, though).
he takes a few relaxed steps forward, boots clicking slightly against the hard floor, and lets out a long, low hum like heās mulling over the plea. ā and then whatās to stop yāall from takinā off and runninā your mouths to the wrong folks? I aināt lookinā for that kinda trouble. ā he speaks slowly, casually, hands gesturing aimlessly ā like itās nothing more than small talk to pass time at the local bar. ā yer not tryinā tāget me in trouble, are ya? ā












