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Gus brings the gas. An insomniac — coffee smoke, smoke coffee, in no particular order. Wide eyed at most times — he’ll show up, perhaps less than a minute early, likely a coffee stain to blame. Gus won’t miss the poker tournament — once he hits that gas he just magically appears.
*humming* “..and if that mockingbird don’t sing..” One crack, two crack — A web of lies is all I see — broken floor tiles, it’s an old theater, some say it’s a spooky place.
Bucket hat low, when paranoid, more aware of my surroundings — mostly staying in the shadows, for now.