Yessir, born and raised. [ Benny huffs a soft laugh; low, dry. The rasp from his injury is mostly gone by now, so he's grateful for small favors.
Benny's not exactly used to warm welcomes, but this ain’t one, so he feels right at home.
He takes a few steps closer to the barrel, hands still visible, movements deliberate. He's not not cautious, not exactly, just... aware. Kinda like a man who knows how fast things can go south even when the meat’s still cookin’. ]
Well, ain’t that the most generous offer I’ve had all day. Thank ya kindly.
[ He settles into a crouch near the edge of the barrel, careful not to get too close too quick. The firelight flickers, dancing over his features, making the lines on his face sharper, older. Real damn tired. He watches the fire for a beat, then gives Joel a sidelong glance. ]
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Benny's not exactly used to warm welcomes, but this ain’t one, so he feels right at home.
He takes a few steps closer to the barrel, hands still visible, movements deliberate. He's not not cautious, not exactly, just... aware. Kinda like a man who knows how fast things can go south even when the meat’s still cookin’. ]
Well, ain’t that the most generous offer I’ve had all day. Thank ya kindly.
[ He settles into a crouch near the edge of the barrel, careful not to get too close too quick. The firelight flickers, dancing over his features, making the lines on his face sharper, older. Real damn tired. He watches the fire for a beat, then gives Joel a sidelong glance. ]
You from the Gulf?