@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. “ oh, I can make them stop now, can I? ain’t that something. ” 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 couldn’t even keep nubbins out of that damn graveyard. and drayton? he’d lose his shit at the mere suggestion of being the one taking orders instead of giving them (that didn’t stop johnny from barkin’ 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 he’s mulling over the plea. “ and then what’s to stop y’all from takin’ off and runnin’ your mouths to the wrong folks? I ain’t lookin’ for that kinda trouble. ” he speaks slowly, casually, hands gesturing aimlessly — like it’s nothing more than small talk to pass time at the local bar. “ yer not tryin’ t’get me in trouble, are ya? ”
















