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[meowww]

Leave a fuckin' message.

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[meowww]

You sure?

[A little sly grin, but, Victor does right his clothes. Pulling his shirt back down, he straightens up in his seat and leans back.]

Cuz I use a small knife to cut the tallies makes it easy to tell 'em apart.

[The blade is a nice and heavy weight in his pocket. He moves his hand down so his fingers skim across the outline of it in his slacks.]

Could show you sometime, if you're interested.

[boomerwanged]

[ His gaze draws downwards to Victor's fingers. That dude fondles his knife through his pants like it's his own dick, some real damn symbolism there.

Boomer meets it with a slow raise of an eyebrow. ]

Show it on yourself, right? 'Cause I don't need any more scars. Tattoos, I'll take, but scars? Nah.

[ A beat and then he quickly thinks to add; ] Don't you gotta kill one of those 'little birds' to add another line?

[meowww]

I wouldn't use it on you. Would mean it wasn't meant for marking anymore. Can't use a knife like that without a proper exchange, you know what I mean?

[Not exactly doing well on calming down the creep factor there, Victor.]

Yeah, if you wanted to tag along I could show you. Would take time though, I'd have to find a proper bird.