Red's Apartment

[Collin Russiani]

"I cant go against what i said." He took a deep breath, the leader mask that all developed one way or another slamming down over his face. Clearing his throat, his voice was normal, if a little strained to those who knew him well. "I told her, that if it happened again, that was it. I gave her my word, and i dont break it."

[spotconlon]

Spot concealed any emotions he had about what he just said. It wasn't his place. "Well. If you feel that is what needs to happen, do it. I support the decision." He stood. "...some things aren't meant to be.

[Collin Russiani]

Red nodded, albeit a bit slower. "Where are they?" He asked, voice softer then a second ago.

[spotconlon]

Spot shrugged, putting his hat back on his head. "Paths, last time I saw them. Where they got caught."

He lit a cigarette, taking a long drag. "...you would be surprised. I showed restraint."

[Collin Russiani]

Red got up and moved to grab a jacket that had been laying over a chair. It was in pretty bad condition, but it helped. Didn't want to get sick again. "Oh? That is surprising. She is pregnant, though, Spot, so you have to hold it in. And i will take care of my child." He looked over his shoulder at the other. After the whole incident, Red had been thinking. He might not be ready, quite yet, but what parent was? He wasn't his father....he had to remember that.

[spotconlon]

Spot raised an eyebrow. "...I'm not going to hold in anything. If I feel the need, she'll get blasted. Just not physically." He picked up his cane. "...Things have been going down, lately, if you haven't noticed, Red. I'm through being a nice guy. I'm going to bring Brooklyn back into shape."

[Collin Russiani]

He licked his lips, "I have noticed." He pulled his cap onto his head, making a clicking sound with his tongue. "After dis, Leadah, count me in. I'll help ya with Brooklyn, if you'd let me."