over the years, woop slap has been called many things. stubborn, loud, even a nuisance at times. more than a few things that weren't fit for such polite company. a "good man" usually didn't make that list.

the words boodle says land harder than the old mayor expects, evident by the way his weathered hands fold behind his back as he looks at his friend. his confidant in any and all struggles over the years. the corners of his mouth twitches upward; a rare sight for such a grumpy man.

'careful there...' he mutters quietly, tender and warm enough for only the two of them to hear. 'keep saying things like that and people'll think you've gone soft.'

his gaze lingers on the other mayor probably longer than it should before retreating back towards the skyline of foosha village, unable to look direct in his eyesight with his next two sentences. 'besides, if i'm good at all, it's because i've had good people standing next to me. like you.'