John motioned for him to move ahead and kept the flashlight in front of him. They'd need to see where they were going after all. Though that big stupid grin was plastered on his face at Raylan's reaction. He'd make a note to keep that accent in his arsenal if he ever needed to.
For humor, of course.
"I was more outside of Atlanta for a time, but, contact lived in New Orleans. So, down we went." John filled in some details as they walked. He paused at the question and set his jaw. "Oh, just a chica bonita I met in Pennsylvania. Bit of an artist, that one. Bunch of curly hair and a knack for not listening to you when she should."
There was a pause then. He drummed his fingers on the flashlight before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pack of cigarettes. That one he hadn't lit when he met with Daisy the day before? Oh, he was lighting it now. The end came to life with a sudden amber and he inhaled sharply. There was little thought he gave to his companion at the display of magic.
Funny, that spell worked too.
"The name's Zed Martin." He added on with a quieter tone. John came to a stop then and turned to face Raylan, flashlight still pointed forward. That usual sarcastic playful expression he had was replaced with something more serious. Maybe even a bit vulnerable. "Do me a favor, Raylan. You see her wandering out and around? Do what you can to help her out."
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John motioned for him to move ahead and kept the flashlight in front of him. They'd need to see where they were going after all. Though that big stupid grin was plastered on his face at Raylan's reaction. He'd make a note to keep that accent in his arsenal if he ever needed to.
For humor, of course.
"I was more outside of Atlanta for a time, but, contact lived in New Orleans. So, down we went." John filled in some details as they walked. He paused at the question and set his jaw. "Oh, just a chica bonita I met in Pennsylvania. Bit of an artist, that one. Bunch of curly hair and a knack for not listening to you when she should."
There was a pause then. He drummed his fingers on the flashlight before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pack of cigarettes. That one he hadn't lit when he met with Daisy the day before? Oh, he was lighting it now. The end came to life with a sudden amber and he inhaled sharply. There was little thought he gave to his companion at the display of magic.
Funny, that spell worked too.
"The name's Zed Martin." He added on with a quieter tone. John came to a stop then and turned to face Raylan, flashlight still pointed forward. That usual sarcastic playful expression he had was replaced with something more serious. Maybe even a bit vulnerable. "Do me a favor, Raylan. You see her wandering out and around? Do what you can to help her out."