Something odd spasms across his face: guilt, maybe. John's smile goes shuttered, something tight and uncomfortable in the lines around his eyes.
"None here," he says, surprisingly genuine. He doesn't even question bone traps, as though hers is a reasonable worry to have. "Just a normal number of skeletons. Trust me, I'm the local expert."
This graveyard has maybe seen its share of bone-related dangers, lately. Or, not this graveyard, but its desert equivalent. He'd thought the whole everyone-gets-an-evil-twin thing ran the gamut from unsettling to unsettling and kind of hot, but then his double walked into town.
He can't fault anyone for being a little twitchy around skeletons, considering.
"John. You new in town? This is my second rodeo." He splays his hands in exaggerated defeat. "And it's not even a rodeo anymore. Just when you start getting to know a place."
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"None here," he says, surprisingly genuine. He doesn't even question bone traps, as though hers is a reasonable worry to have. "Just a normal number of skeletons. Trust me, I'm the local expert."
This graveyard has maybe seen its share of bone-related dangers, lately. Or, not this graveyard, but its desert equivalent. He'd thought the whole everyone-gets-an-evil-twin thing ran the gamut from unsettling to unsettling and kind of hot, but then his double walked into town.
He can't fault anyone for being a little twitchy around skeletons, considering.
"John. You new in town? This is my second rodeo." He splays his hands in exaggerated defeat. "And it's not even a rodeo anymore. Just when you start getting to know a place."