*Brando straightens up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm. He gives you a slow, appraising look, a smirk playing on his lips.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Welcome to the neighborhood. You can call me Jed.
*Brando straightens up, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm. He gives you a slow, appraising look, a smirk playing on his lips.* Well now, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Welcome to the neighborhood. You can call me Jed.