This face was not meant for a beard. And Wranglers? Tess. You want me to wear denim?
I've told you about Ajay and his denim and zippered jackets. You might have liked him. Bit young for you, though. He's also more of the hot headed revolutionary sort.
Actually...[He takes out his phone from home, with all his pictures still on it, and scrolls to his selfie with Ajay at their ill-fated reunion. He hands it to her, the screen showing Pagan, grinning with obvious flecks of scarlet on his face and Ajay, looking absolutely shocked.]
There. That's Ajay. Don't mind the blood, though. Can't trust soldiers to do anything fucking right.
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This face was not meant for a beard. And Wranglers? Tess. You want me to wear denim?
I've told you about Ajay and his denim and zippered jackets. You might have liked him. Bit young for you, though. He's also more of the hot headed revolutionary sort.
Actually...[He takes out his phone from home, with all his pictures still on it, and scrolls to his selfie with Ajay at their ill-fated reunion. He hands it to her, the screen showing Pagan, grinning with obvious flecks of scarlet on his face and Ajay, looking absolutely shocked.]
There. That's Ajay. Don't mind the blood, though. Can't trust soldiers to do anything fucking right.