[Without any hesitation, Abbacchio hands off the amulet to D before slipping out the door, not wanting to linger around to the rats. In response to the gratitude, he mutters:] Whatever. [Cannot handle even polite interactions.
He pulls out the zipper and looks at it, then lets out an uneasy breath. Should probably get something for this to hook onto.]
Try not to lose that again. [He says that to D, as if he's the kind of person who takes his own advice.]
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He pulls out the zipper and looks at it, then lets out an uneasy breath. Should probably get something for this to hook onto.]
Try not to lose that again. [He says that to D, as if he's the kind of person who takes his own advice.]