[Bold of you to think he's jumping to give supernaturally invasive randos his number, John!!! He does have another number for just this kind of illicit bullshit, but he mostly didn't plan on attaching his face to it. So. Decisions. (Could always get a third sim card, at this rate.)
Just as well John bites his tongue. Worked well enough on him until it didn't. And sure, he's aware there might be some differing levels of reason for that. But it's not enough for him to bank on success. And while it's really no skin off his nose if John gets himself killed trying to square them up, (or, really, if he fucks off and doesn't pony up on his end of the bargain at all.) But he'd rather get a return on his investment in this little enterprise. You understand.
So...he'll play nice, relatively. He very obligingly hauls John back over to solid ground, if not by much. Lets his feet hit pavement. Even gives him his collar back, spreading his (empty) hands in front of him in an exaggerated gesture of goodwill. But he keeps himself squarely between John and escape.]
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Just as well John bites his tongue. Worked well enough on him until it didn't. And sure, he's aware there might be some differing levels of reason for that. But it's not enough for him to bank on success. And while it's really no skin off his nose if John gets himself killed trying to square them up, (or, really, if he fucks off and doesn't pony up on his end of the bargain at all.) But he'd rather get a return on his investment in this little enterprise. You understand.
So...he'll play nice, relatively. He very obligingly hauls John back over to solid ground, if not by much. Lets his feet hit pavement. Even gives him his collar back, spreading his (empty) hands in front of him in an exaggerated gesture of goodwill. But he keeps himself squarely between John and escape.]
Y'wanna talk? Go ahead.
[Talk.]