“What would he do if he found us out?“ (Flint)
"What do you mean what would he do?" Izzy asked, crossing his arms as he looked at Flint. He then crossed his legs, letting them rest on the desk. His back slumped just slightly against the chair, mostly straight. "Not really much he can do, I do what I fucking want you know. My life after all. Planned on telling him when we run into him, we just haven't yet. Sure it'll be an interesting talk."














