[He snorted, rolling his eyes a little as he threw away the trash and disposed of the used sharps in the bright red container that lived in the locker he'd pulled the tool box out of.]
Relax, birdie. Even if I did actually set it on fire, it's all concrete. Nothing will spread.
[He smirked to show that he wasn't being serious.]
[And what follows isn't a sigh of relief, but those broad shoulders do relax the tiniest bit. he's pulling the top half of the suit back on slowly, now, rolling one shoulder]
True, buildings just aren't what they used to be around here. Made of toilet paper and what, matchsticks? If you ever need a place, though... [he trails off]
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Relax, birdie. Even if I did actually set it on fire, it's all concrete. Nothing will spread.
[He smirked to show that he wasn't being serious.]
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True, buildings just aren't what they used to be around here. Made of toilet paper and what, matchsticks? If you ever need a place, though... [he trails off]