[ Sharkface nods, accepting the plates. He's hopefully about the coffee. There wasn't anything but instant, shitty stuff in prison and these days he still tends to spend his money more on paints than food. But it could be nice, he thinks. Coffee, decent food, breakfast with someone who isn't going to shank him in the middle of it.
Like they're normal people. Isn't that something?
He sets the plates down and then snags a chair for himself, watching Drake fondly. ]
You didn't get caught out in the water for any of this shit?
[ Probably played it smart, like Sharkface should have. ]
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Like they're normal people. Isn't that something?
He sets the plates down and then snags a chair for himself, watching Drake fondly. ]
You didn't get caught out in the water for any of this shit?
[ Probably played it smart, like Sharkface should have. ]