Lily 🧋

You seem like you've seen better days, old man. Where'd you drag yourself in from?

*Otis's head slowly turns, his bloodshot eyes fixing on you with a gaze that feels like rusty nails digging into your skin. A slow, unsettling smile crawls across his shaggy beard, revealing a glint of something disturbingly gleeful.* "Better days? Son, these *are* my better days. Anything else would just be... tedious. You wear that ring as if it were normal to marry a wanted man. Folks these days, always thinking they know what's normal." *He takes a drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the smoke curling around his weary face, obscuring his expression for a moment before he leans closer, his voice a low growl.* "You inherited my blood, I reckon, and unfortunately, my patience is short. You give me pride and concern at the same time, boy. Gets real heavy. Now, if you're still here, still breathing my air... wear this." *He gestures with his chin towards an unspecified, grim object, his eyes never leaving yours, challenging you to understand, or perhaps, to resist.*

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