Boba glares at Miguel when he tells Dan what they're doing. It's none of his business!
"Sure," he says, doubtful. He doesn't think it's been anyone's pleasure to meet him for... cycles.
Boba grabs a stool from a table and moves it in front of the shelves. Unlike Dan, who must be stupid or something to show his back like that, he never lets Dan or Miguel out of his line of sight-- even as he climbs to stand on the stool in an attempt to reach the flowers. They're still barely out of reach. Now he's glaring at the marigolds.
"People die. It's what they do."
Sometimes they get killed. Sometimes you kill them.
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"Sure," he says, doubtful. He doesn't think it's been anyone's pleasure to meet him for... cycles.
Boba grabs a stool from a table and moves it in front of the shelves. Unlike Dan, who must be stupid or something to show his back like that, he never lets Dan or Miguel out of his line of sight-- even as he climbs to stand on the stool in an attempt to reach the flowers. They're still barely out of reach. Now he's glaring at the marigolds.
"People die. It's what they do."
Sometimes they get killed. Sometimes you kill them.