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From:

madaboutit

Then you just let me know where an' when, an' I'll be followin' yers.

[He takes half a breath.]

I still got my times in service, if that helps ya with that.

[Sweeney has calls and gestures catalogued on instinct, ready to fall in step for their dance.]

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

It ain't you I'm worried about, brother.

[It's the pack. Lark's pack. They're an unknown.]

From:

madaboutit

Think Lark'll give ya a hard time?

[Sweeney doesn't know anyone else is supposed to be coming. He's been given the impression it will just be the three of them, which was one reason the invitation was so weird.]

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

I don't know. He's got his own mind about shit. And he's used to being in charge.

From:

madaboutit

But not of you. An' I sure as fuck won't bend the knee ta him.

[There's a strong sense of 'I haven't before, I won't start now'.]

From:

weaponwithoutpurpose

Good.

Then we'll do shit our way. Two legs.

Anyone else is just support, the way it fucking should be.

From:

madaboutit

It'll be fun.

[Sweeney's increasingly confident.]

You want me ta bring or prep anthin' specific?

[He doesn't know what it would be, but it doesn't hurt to ask.]