[Freddy is steel, still bright and silvery from the factory. What other man would go undercover and deal with Mr. Blonde types? Those warm caramel green eyes, he can't say no to them. Not for long. It's not worth hurting the kid.]
It's not gonna be comin' out all at once. But I'll tell you, kid.
[Because he deserves it. The more of a fuss Dimick makes of it, the more he can see that he's letting it take a hold of him, stand between em. It doesn't miss his attention that this could be his crucifix on the wall.]
Axes aren't my thing, remember? [Joking right back though the enthusiasm isn't there.]
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It's not gonna be comin' out all at once. But I'll tell you, kid.
[Because he deserves it. The more of a fuss Dimick makes of it, the more he can see that he's letting it take a hold of him, stand between em. It doesn't miss his attention that this could be his crucifix on the wall.]
Axes aren't my thing, remember? [Joking right back though the enthusiasm isn't there.]
I'm sorry, baby.