[Dodger finally pulls his hand away, and gives Jason a look that borders on guilty. The sort of look that says 'I know you don't like this, but I'm doing what I think is right. I hope.']
Yeah... we can figure it out later. Uh... Barton's been feeding him more than we used to. I can text you some instructions for him whenever I drop him off.
[God, it feels like figuring out custody for a kid. As if Crusher will care. The dog gets loose enough that he'll probably find Jason and follow him around on his own.
Dodger's brow furrows a bit.]
I'm guessing you don't remember Ivar. Just... if you see a buffed out Norwegian man limping around with uh.. metal shit around his legs, just keep away from him, alright? It's... things are complicated for me here.
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All of the stuff to survive seems like a lot, but at least he's gotten more acquainted with killing.]
Alright, I think I can manage most of that... can't be that hard right?
[It's understandable that Dodger doesn't want him around but it still sucked, he nods though, he can easily respect that.]
That sounds good to me... I can give you a few day notices? or I dunno, guess we can figure it out later or somethin.
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Yeah... we can figure it out later. Uh... Barton's been feeding him more than we used to. I can text you some instructions for him whenever I drop him off.
[God, it feels like figuring out custody for a kid. As if Crusher will care. The dog gets loose enough that he'll probably find Jason and follow him around on his own.
Dodger's brow furrows a bit.]
I'm guessing you don't remember Ivar. Just... if you see a buffed out Norwegian man limping around with uh.. metal shit around his legs, just keep away from him, alright? It's... things are complicated for me here.