（ you know, if ever he met a man that was the polar opposite of bill in every conceivable way, it'd be this sad sack right here. joel just sort of stares at him flatly, but his grimace doesn't have much tooth in it — it's just him resigned to the fact that he's probably going to have to sing for his metaphoric supper here.
if this idiot starts hitting on him, though, there're going to have a problem. ）
Private, preferably. Though I guess you could tag along.
it's bc im so sneaky even my spelling errors are stealthy
if this idiot starts hitting on him, though, there're going to have a problem. ）
Private, preferably. Though I guess you could tag along.
（ he shifts, bracing one hand on his thigh. ）
You don't get out a whole helluva lot, do you?