Frank
snorted. Long ago had the notion of staying
alive gone from him. He was a machine, more or less, doing whatever he was
programmed to do. Especially now. “Right…
has fun.” He repeated, eyeing the other suspiciously for a moment. “I wonder
what someone like you does for fun.”

❝ depends on the day, but usually? several beers, girls, and someones just a slight dash of what the kids call murder. ❞ for most people, they lifted an eyebrow at the last comment, and took it as a joke. though, at the same time, he was in just enough of a good mood that ky’lar was being quite serious this time around, 

❝ then again, it differs from day to day —- ‘specially when dear ol’ dad shows up. ❞