[ oh, he's getting shouted at now. Johnny squints up at Childe for a moment, expression somewhat skeptical in a what-do-you-think-i'm-doing way, before he sits back in his chair, resting his free hand on a wheel. ]
I'm not havin' a conversation with you shouting down at me from a roof, man.
[ also, maybe it is?? what's wrong with bread?? he takes another bite of it, chewing as he watches Childe expectantly. ]
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I'm not havin' a conversation with you shouting down at me from a roof, man.
[ also, maybe it is?? what's wrong with bread?? he takes another bite of it, chewing as he watches Childe expectantly. ]