He hums a bit of that age old tune. There is no particular reason other than the fact John feels like being an ass. Somewhere, some pale white ghastly bloke with a mop of black hair is feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It made him smirk to himself, knowing he'd piss off the old man of dreaming himself.
"Course I know the Marshal." John scoffs. "You don't need to be a bloody believer for the truth of the world to exist. Now, I'd like to keep Raylan and all the others as out of this as much as I can. But, I can't do much if they decide otherwise or the goddamn town does!"
He stops and rips out a cigarette from his coat. A moment later it's lit and he's already making his way to be three or four steps ahead of Doc. Why is he bothering with people? He's rarely in a good mood, but now it's utter shite, and he doesn't want to deal with being human.
Even on a good day.
"I had an angel on speed dial back home! Wanker, he is."
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He hums a bit of that age old tune. There is no particular reason other than the fact John feels like being an ass. Somewhere, some pale white ghastly bloke with a mop of black hair is feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It made him smirk to himself, knowing he'd piss off the old man of dreaming himself.
"Course I know the Marshal." John scoffs. "You don't need to be a bloody believer for the truth of the world to exist. Now, I'd like to keep Raylan and all the others as out of this as much as I can. But, I can't do much if they decide otherwise or the goddamn town does!"
He stops and rips out a cigarette from his coat. A moment later it's lit and he's already making his way to be three or four steps ahead of Doc. Why is he bothering with people? He's rarely in a good mood, but now it's utter shite, and he doesn't want to deal with being human.
Even on a good day.
"I had an angel on speed dial back home! Wanker, he is."