..Crazy Insane or Insane crazy..

(. Digits escaped their confines for a brevity to sweep across the bleached filaments atop his head. Shrugged lightly. "I don't care. The club?" escaped via partched libials. Silver handle of weapon flashed for a mere second before it was concealed within the garment. Just for protection. He was like a thug with a little Pac influence. Counterpart visionaries surveyed her. She had the balls to actually talk to him. Not bad, considering all the other bitches would have gotton just slapped off their feet. There goes another lawsuit. They all would give him that 'I'm not fazed' bullshit. Ah well, maybe it was too early to tell with this one too. Occuli peered upon her as vocals heightened. "Marshall". Smirk adorned coutenance. )

..I say Hussein, you say Shady..

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