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“Mighta been a bear. Could’ve been your mom too. It’s all dark to see in the dark, y’know,” Clint matched Severin’s facial expression as he picked up his drink, settly bracing himself for whatever the other was going to throw back at him. Psychically or verbally. “What? Like you haven’t been countin’ down the days till we saw each other again? I’m devastated, Moran,” he laughed, resting his beer again. “While we’re at it. What the hell have you been up to? More importantly, is your brother still tryin’ to actively plot my death?”
“Make one more comment about my mother and I will cave your face in,” Severin said, never ever being one to take any sort of comment about his mother. Even if it was a joke amongst two friends who were drinking. The sort of friends that had the tendency to make out when drunk. But still. All the same, despite the beginnings of a lot of alcohol in his system, Severin grew serious for a moment. Severin drank half of his beer in two swigs to calm himself down. The last thing he wanted to do was send Clint to the hospital after it’s been so long since they’ve seen each other. “You know I had this day marked down in my calendar, circled your name and drew little hearts and shit,” Severin joked, finally able to joke once again. “I’ve been busy, and you know he’s got a fucking diary full of plots to off you, finally. I helped with a few of them. But, uh, besides plotting your death… yeah, been busy. Jim’s a prick. Still. Nothing’s really changed, I guess.”
(Source: moriartysboys)
