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"Tryin' to figure that out. But I'm guessing that either way we're all a long way from home," Ethan answered the rugged looking man, giving him a brief nod, "Guessin' you got a name too? I'm Ethan. Ethan Chandler," he introduced himself, before briefly glancing at the dwarf of a walking sailor's mouth.
"Guess you met the midget too. He's got a mouth bigger than his brain, I'm sure," the man muttered, mostly under his breath.
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"Mm, what else is new?" He looked around the room for a moment - only then did Ethan's statement make sense. This room alone doesn't look like anything he's used to. He paused his thoughts when Ethan asked for a name.
". . ."
Making new friends was the last thing Trevor had in mind, but he regarded Ethan for a few moments. In Trevor's recent experience, the biggest mistake a man could ever make is judging someone from the outside-in, but this guy looked like he had his head on straight, and that's a fucking luxury itself.
And, well, those kind of people don't deserve to get left in the pile with the rest.
"Trevor," the rugged man flatly responded. He left his surname out of the equation. "Seems like we're in some deep shit, then. Just what I needed today," Trevor groaned, rubbing his temples. Even after being shocked by a sudden shift in location, he's still tired and a bit hungover. He glanced at Grell for a split second before looking back at Ethan when he mentioned a midget.
"Didn't see one. Don't really care."
"Did either of you happen to see a whip around here? About yea big, brown leather. . ." Trevor motioned with his hands as he inquired about the whip.
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