benny gives him a long look, an expression of dubious reproach.  “ i’m well aware that yer a sour-puss, yes. and darlin’… i got more than enough of my own business, ain’t got a lick of interest in yours. but ya don’t seem the real friendly type, so i’m not completely sold on wanting t’ get along jus’ fine. ”

_{“ is anyone really friendly these days? ” not that ky’lar really cared about what other people did. he was more content on fucking people over with deals… just to make someone down the line happy. though, if he had a choice, he would just be lounging around a hotel close to freezing hotel room, “ ‘sides, you keep outta’ my hair, an’ we can get along.” usually, but then again, it all depended on ky’s mood.}