[ It definitely feels like they've wandered sideways into a conversation neither of them are prepared to have just yet. Hellboy studies Jacob for a moment, then lets him off the hook with a vaguely thoughtful noise as he taps a cigarette out from a battered pack and lights it with a match struck off the back of his stone wrist. Shaking it out, he lowers himself into the chair rather than going back over to the bed, exhaling smoke as his tail waves back and forth. ]
You're a strange kinda guy. Anyone ever tell you that? [ Not that he makes it sound like a bad thing. ]
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You're a strange kinda guy. Anyone ever tell you that? [ Not that he makes it sound like a bad thing. ]