Jimmy shifts impatiently, by all appearances letting the names wash over him like the unsolicited details of someone else's dream. Takemichi he knows, that's the pincushion. The rest are—begrudgingly—filed away.
He stills ever so slightly with Kim's approach, casts a look her way. Tries not to color outside the lines of natural curiosity.
This kid. He's like an open wound. Well, Mikey wants to be the boss? Jimmy looks to him, eyebrows raised. ]
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Jimmy shifts impatiently, by all appearances letting the names wash over him like the unsolicited details of someone else's dream. Takemichi he knows, that's the pincushion. The rest are—begrudgingly—filed away.
He stills ever so slightly with Kim's approach, casts a look her way. Tries not to color outside the lines of natural curiosity.
This kid. He's like an open wound. Well, Mikey wants to be the boss? Jimmy looks to him, eyebrows raised. ]