Not at all amused, Michael tucks his weapon back into the shoulder holster under his jacket - pausing a moment before stripping it off to hang up. "Pleasure." He responds, sounding just the slightest bit cold. "If you'll excuse me, I've had a hell of a day..."
He doesn't finish his thought, but starts unbuttoning a blue shirt that had clearly seen better days - smudges of filth and gun shot reside staining the front of the shirt and patches of his khaki trousers. "What's your story, then?"
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Date: 2011-06-22 03:54 am (UTC)He doesn't finish his thought, but starts unbuttoning a blue shirt that had clearly seen better days - smudges of filth and gun shot reside staining the front of the shirt and patches of his khaki trousers. "What's your story, then?"