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[ Never was there ever a question that felt as heavy as that one. Are you happy... tch. He should be. He had a decent flat, enough money to keep him off the streets, and wits enough to make things interesting with his schemes. There was just that little something that was missing. If only he knew what that was. ]

Yea, course I'm happy. Why wouldn't I be? I've got everything going on.

good

maybe if you meet the woman of your dreams you should use a blind fold

I already have shades.

[ Those might shield him from any lady's stoney glare? ]

Besides I'm not really the meet a girl and settle down type.

why do you wear them all the time ?

what type are you?

Eye condition. It's better if I do.

[ Golden colored eyes with odd looking pupils did get one too many strange looks. People just didn't understand anyone who was different and he wasn't looking to join a sideshow. ]

I'm the type that doesn't get attached to anyone. It's better that way.

[Well that answered that mystery. Bucky always thought Crowley was either perpetually hung over - well, he probably is that, too - or he knows of soldiers who couldn't stand bright lights anymore after the war, but Crowley never served.]

never wanted chill drun?

I would be a real good influence on children!

[ Not that they weren't fun, sometimes, when they were playing... But what kids needed was a father not a whatever he would be. ]

If I wanted one I could just go outside and grab one with all those street kids out there. You? You're the one you managed the whole marriage thing.

ok but thats kidnapping
they are a lot of work on yore own

vicky all ways wanted a baby girl

Who would notice! Or care. It's not like anyone is out there looking after them now.

A girl. Seems like that's the way, ladies want girls, guys want boys?

[ What would he know about it though never having been domestic. ]

what can anyone do? everyone is struggle ling right now

lucky girls find gentle men
lucky boys die in the war
i would have liked a girl too

Not everyone. I saw plenty of fat cats out on New Years.

[ They just didn't see the needy around them or didn't care if they did. ]

Yeah. Nothing wrong with a girl.

everyone who cares has cared
you seem to care
cran berry and wallnut

[ How sad that an annoyed hiss can't be heard through text. ]

I never should have bought those bloody muffins.

its good you did
you did a good thing
but you cant help everyone

I'm not a good person and I'm not trying to help everyone.

[ Why did everyone lately think he was? Ugh... You do one or two decent things and people get the wrong impression of you! ]

Which reminds me if you want some work you are going to have to get your hands dirty. Dirtier than they were... You have too much of a copper reputation. My guys won't take a chance on you.

just the street kids?
soft spot?

what do you want me to do kill someone?

I don't have soft spots.

[ Guessed it on the first try. ]

There's no need to go that far unless you are looking for work as an assassin. I was thinking something more along the lines of borrowing something that doesn't belong to you. Something that would get you attention. I hear old Nicky is good for a bob or two.

[ Nicola "Nicky" Giordano head of the Giordano Crime family. He was not the sort of guy you wanted to piss off but always surrounded by family and a dangerous reputation which insulated him from trouble. Anyone stealing from him could expect instant fame in the underworld and all the trouble that goes with it. ]

a whole box of muffins will give you lots of soft spots

[Sorry. Bad dad joke.]

are you mad? im not killing anyone

[Although taking something from Nicky Giordano is probably harder than pulling the trigger. He's right about Bucky's reputation - he will get shot on sight if they see him around Little Italy. There's also no use stealing something that doesn't cause a commotion.]

fine
this is a terribl idea
but fine

Not me. High metabolism.

[ Bad dad joke counter maneuver. ]

It's a brilliant idea so long as you don't get caught! Leave a calling card or something like they do in those phantom thief picture shows so they know who dun it without actually knowing it was you.

what
this isnt a film

[This idea is getting dumberer and dumberer. You can almost hear the eyeroll through the tablet.]

i will draw my dream of your girl friend ok ?

It's dramatic. You don't want everyone using your real name do you?

[ And then there was art which Crowley found himself blinking at and slowly navigating away from. ]

Or I guess I could ask around at some tattoo shops. This might make a decent one.

all of little italy knows my name

maybe its an octopus

[Now that he's actually drawn it and studying it with a little headtilt, it looks like an octopus. But why is he dreaming of octopuses?]

Then maybe pissing them off more than you have already won't bother you.

[ Crowley took a moment to open that image back up and give it another look. ]

Skull and an octopus. Not very medusa at all really. That some kind of Navy logo?

nothing to lose any more

no thats a ship riding a bird holding an anchor
but maybe it is military
i should find out more

she touched me
weird places
[...]
it was weird

[And now it sounds kind of TMI even though that's not what he meant.]

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