[There's a 10% chance he could swing it. If he removed all of his gang insignias and dressed a bit differently...maybe wore a hood or a face mask while he's at it. He's pretty sure that if he didn't lay extremely low though, Ishmael and her ilk would find him. And if they found him alone up there? There's nothing anyone Southside could do for him. They could arrest him or have him jailed or god knows what else, for whatever reasons they pleased. She has the monopoly on everything up there, enough of a stranglehold to do "what is best" for the town.
He just has no idea how close to all of that Ain actually is, personally.
But when Ain says midtown, Wolfwood relaxes a little. Okay, that...that might be better. Maybe.]
Ye...yeah, I do. And I remember.
[He sighs, looking down into his slightly-melty cup.
Does. Ain not realize what he's doing? Like...normal friends, much less guy friends, don't meet up to go to dinners. Sure, maybe on rare occasion, but...
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Date: 2024-02-09 07:54 pm (UTC)He just has no idea how close to all of that Ain actually is, personally.
But when Ain says midtown, Wolfwood relaxes a little. Okay, that...that might be better. Maybe.]
Ye...yeah, I do. And I remember.
[He sighs, looking down into his slightly-melty cup.
Does. Ain not realize what he's doing? Like...normal friends, much less guy friends, don't meet up to go to dinners. Sure, maybe on rare occasion, but...
Wolfwood's blushing. Fiercely.]
I'd like that, sometime. Yeah.