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[healsgoodman]

WHAT in person
WHERE the streets
WHEN day 78

[ just heading down the street at an ambling pace is this monstrosity. A floating car covered in gold...???


For some strange reason you find yourself strangely compelled to be near it. ]

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[splashofbourbon]

I got an idea of it.

[he jerks his thumb at the floating pad thing]

This here's a payload. Usually means boss wants an escort for it.

[suckmyglock]

And by boss you mean...

[splashofbourbon]

Used to be Reyes, sometimes Morrison.

[suckmyglock]

[he just decided he doesn't want any more details nope]

Fair enough.

[splashofbourbon]

Don't think this one's coming from either of them though.

[he shrugs a bit]

Don't think I've seen much of you around lately. You holding up all right?

[suckmyglock]

[stiffens, and takes a moment to respond]

Yeah. Uh, I was able to get into my own place, so I thought I'd give you some more privacy, with... [hand motions.] and all.

[splashofbourbon]

[uh huh... McCree scratches at the back of his neck]

Well, can't say I don't appreciate it, but it's been feeling a little lonely without you around.

[suckmyglock]

[he looks outright startled]

Even with the cat?

[splashofbourbon]

That cat and I gotta truce, ain't the same as having another person around.

[suckmyglock]

Guess it isn't.

I can never read that thing, by the way. Not sure what it wants from me.

[splashofbourbon]

If I knew I'd tell ya, but I ain't got a clue neither.

[suckmyglock]

... Fair enough.

[splashofbourbon]

So does that mean I'll be seeing you back around?

[suckmyglock]

It could happen, yeah.

[splashofbourbon]

Could make it sound like you need a little convincing, detective.

[suckmyglock]

I've just got a lot going on right now, and I don't want to bring it... uh... home.

[splashofbourbon]

If you ask me home seems like the best place for sorting that kinda thing out.

[sort of. pats the gold covered cart next to where he's leaning on it, gesturing for Lassie to come closer]

[suckmyglock]

[he huffs something like a laugh, but does shift nearer]

Don't you see enough of me at work?

[splashofbourbon]

Wouldn't mind the chance to see a little more of you.

[suckmyglock]

You're about the only person who would say that.

[splashofbourbon]

Now I know I ain't the only one who thinks that of you.

[suckmyglock]

[he... just laces his fingers together in his lap, silent]

[splashofbourbon]

[Mccree pauses a moment, reaching to smooth a hand against Lassie's back]

Everything all right there, detective?

[suckmyglock]

[he startles a little at that touch, but doesn't move away]

Just the usual level of not all right, really.