[ dutch is ready to put a hand over his mouth, or her mouth given that kissing him would be the more subtle way of shutting him up, but he stops himself. good, she thinks, and don't talk about it — but then there's his voice in her head and that's new.
for a moment, dutch almost shies away from it, except she doesn't shy away from things and this is her choice, her move. she's still in control and if she wants him out of her head, she can always punch his lights out. (that thought is followed by a quick and not entirely apologetic sorry, davey-boy.
instead of deliberately forming words and sentences, he gets an impression, images and sentiment intermingled, most of it determination, some joy, a hint of terror and loss in the mix. dutch taking jobs, the rac cruiser, johnny, delivering her warrants. ]
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for a moment, dutch almost shies away from it, except she doesn't shy away from things and this is her choice, her move. she's still in control and if she wants him out of her head, she can always punch his lights out. (that thought is followed by a quick and not entirely apologetic sorry, davey-boy.
instead of deliberately forming words and sentences, he gets an impression, images and sentiment intermingled, most of it determination, some joy, a hint of terror and loss in the mix. dutch taking jobs, the rac cruiser, johnny, delivering her warrants. ]