Kenjinx
A Fallen Member
Hartley sighed in relief, relaxing a bit into the seat and pulling off his gloves. He laid them together on his lap and watched the road, resting his cheek on his fist and leaning towards his side of the car.
"So, are you any good with that knife? You know, flipping it around and all that."
"So, are you any good with that knife? You know, flipping it around and all that."