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ReaperOfFlames
Guest
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The door to the warehouse was rather unceremoniously kicked open and a wide grin was the first thing seen out of the darkness as Quinn entered. His favorite baseball bat "Cecelia" was slung across the back of his neck and the dull metal was clearly stained with barely dried blood; an unfortunate run in with a few punks on the way back, but he'd set them straight with a lesson they'd never have a chance to forget.
"I heard pizza." he said with a short laugh as he tossed his bat to the side of the door, letting it clatter to the floor with a few metallic clangs before it rolled to a stop against the umbrella holder. He often wondered why they had an umbrella holder in the warehouse, but he never openly questioned why Zane did anything anymore; speaking of the devil, he tilted his head and jabbed a thumb at the passed out man with a quizzical look on his face, "What's up with the boss man? Someone nick his booze again?"
"I heard pizza." he said with a short laugh as he tossed his bat to the side of the door, letting it clatter to the floor with a few metallic clangs before it rolled to a stop against the umbrella holder. He often wondered why they had an umbrella holder in the warehouse, but he never openly questioned why Zane did anything anymore; speaking of the devil, he tilted his head and jabbed a thumb at the passed out man with a quizzical look on his face, "What's up with the boss man? Someone nick his booze again?"