[ he dusts himself off a bit passive aggressively. jesus that was not necessary on any level, but he gets over shit quick. he reads her face for sincerity at the same time he reads her text, continuing to hold back a sigh he'd been since he arrived. he's pretty sure the kind of work she has in mind is the same reason he'd been given such a colorful nickname in the first place, so he passes it along to her. ]
you can call me punching bag
[ joke? who knows, she can feel free to guess because his face betrays no humor at present. he gives her a half a shrug that's meant to mean he'll hear her out. ]
no subject
you can call me punching bag
[ joke? who knows, she can feel free to guess because his face betrays no humor at present. he gives her a half a shrug that's meant to mean he'll hear her out. ]