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me? i’m just yer friendly fuckin’ supe killer, billy butcher.

"I can handle my liquor, don't worry mate," Its homey, really. Makes Billy feel more like a person, so arthur can't complain. The smell reminds arthur a bit of home anyways, his mother making spell jars and stashing herbs for the winter.

Almost immediately, the signature Butcher smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. “Which ones?” He was already grabbing his jacket, sliding it on over his arms and shoulders and heading toward the door.

He just kinda plops down onto the couch. It's been a long day, and he's certainly feeling it.

Sounds like a plan to him. He's too tired to bother with making his own right now.

He needs a drink.

“‘N what’s that, eh?”

Huh. Not once have I ever heard you talk about sports.

nah , you could sing me a lullaby . don't know , I don't sleep very well ; nightmares .

Corporate pricks. Thousands are dead, and these assholes covered it up to protect their experiments. You know, a friend a mine actually wants to take them out.

knock me out , that’s really the first and only solution that comes up to you ? 🫩

Sounds great…I need t’wake up

nah—- it’s far too early for that . I’ve like 3 sleepless night to catch up . . . *( 🫩 )