We're friends. It ain't like he's gonna knock down my door like Gold does on the first o' the month.
[Hahaha. He's so funny. But she hits the nail on the head and his pace slows a bit, as much to look subtle as it is because she's vocalizing what he's been feeling, himself, the last couple of days.]
Let the Sheriff earn that fancy paycheck of his. [He's pretty sure the mayor gives him bonuses, if you know what he means. He ducks into the alley behind the store to reach the backdoor.] Don't worry. I've been pickin' locks since I was a kid. This is the easy part.
[He pats his pockets and frowns, shooting her a sheepish look. For all his feigned confidence, it's hard to remember that he used to have none at all, except in this moment.] Uh... You got a hairpin on you?
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[Hahaha. He's so funny. But she hits the nail on the head and his pace slows a bit, as much to look subtle as it is because she's vocalizing what he's been feeling, himself, the last couple of days.]
Let the Sheriff earn that fancy paycheck of his. [He's pretty sure the mayor gives him bonuses, if you know what he means. He ducks into the alley behind the store to reach the backdoor.] Don't worry. I've been pickin' locks since I was a kid. This is the easy part.
[He pats his pockets and frowns, shooting her a sheepish look. For all his feigned confidence, it's hard to remember that he used to have none at all, except in this moment.] Uh... You got a hairpin on you?