-2nd Bullet-

[emperor_cowboy]

[Hol Horse has been sitting in the kitchen for most of the day. He's been pondering on calling for help. Not knowing if that would be a good idea or not. Now and again he'd pick it up to dial a number, pause, and hang it up. A finger tapped upon the table in annoyance. Okay, you know what? Screw it! This fellow's going out for a walk. He needs cigarettes anyway... and booze. Definitely the booze.]

Comments

[zeppeli-cursed.livejournal.com]

[Poker-faced bluff:]

No. But if he was?

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

If I can't even see Emperor in this place, what makes ya think that does for Dio?

Would make 'im powerless in a place like this. No point in following the weak.

[zeppeli-cursed.livejournal.com]

I suppose you're right, there.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

So? Only makes sense to team up.

[zeppeli-cursed.livejournal.com]

That's right.

[.....Awkward.]

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Righty-o then, y'mind tellin' me how long you've been stuck here?

[He's skipped the acquaintance part, on to friendly.]

[zeppeli-cursed.livejournal.com]

...About a month, really.

[No, he knows the exact number of days... But he won't say anything like that.]

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Then I reckon ya know where I can get me some smokes?

[zeppeli-cursed.livejournal.com]

There's a general store downtown, I think.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Would be awfully sportin' of ya if ya showed me the way.

[zeppeli-cursed.livejournal.com]

I... I have something I have to finish right now.

[emperor-cowboy.livejournal.com]

Well ain't that a shame? Here I was hopin' to get a guided tour of the place.

[He offers a tip of the hat and goes to be on his way then.]