Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-3991308-20180204163711/@comment-25686329-20180328181749

Lincoln thinks on this for a moment, takes out one gun and sets to spinning it in tight, controlled patterns. It's a strangely detached movement, like the arm is not his own, even as the rest of his body sits almost entirely still.

"...Neither, but... They weren't obligated to follow the book, since the Sparrow is a title, but my Dad always says he recognized Ma from somewhere. Like he knew her in a past life or something. Kinda cute, I thought. Used to hate that detail, used to strike me as stupid but the older I got the more I reckon that must be kind of nice, y'know? To see somebody and know they're the one."

"This is only sort of related. What are you doing Saturday? And could you be persuaded to drop it in favor of a really kick-arse date I've got planned?"