[As Wheatley puts it on... he feels the revolver, making a glance at Cecilia. That smart girl... However, with Gafney being there, he found himself unable to thank her as intensely as he wanted to.
So instead, he turns towards Gafney, and makes his way out of the door.
When he got out, he was sure to close his coat.
It was cold at nighttime. McArthur hated nighttime, because he hated the moon. It always made him uneasy. The worst of things happen in this town at night. He would know. He was often a part of them.
There was no use in trying to hide what Gafney really wanted.]
Wh-what kind of job we're you looking for, Mr. Gafney? And are... are you sure I, uh... I can give you what you are looking for?
I tell you that clockwork's a powerful thing; There's a terrible strength in those tightly wound springs. And a gentleman's pocketwatch stays by his heart, And that's where the damage can start.
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Date: 2012-07-28 04:26 am (UTC)So instead, he turns towards Gafney, and makes his way out of the door.
When he got out, he was sure to close his coat.
It was cold at nighttime.
McArthur hated nighttime, because he hated the moon. It always made him uneasy. The worst of things happen in this town at night. He would know. He was often a part of them.
There was no use in trying to hide what Gafney really wanted.]
Wh-what kind of job we're you looking for, Mr. Gafney? And are... are you sure I, uh... I can give you what you are looking for?