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[e_delmar]

Those couches in the lounge? They're gettin' an awful lot of business from the back end of Ennis Del Mar. He'd be spending the time in bed, but starin' up at that ceiling gets old after a while.

So instead, he's starin' up at this ceiling. The carving in his hands ain't goin' too bad, considering he ain't looking while he works.

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[gonna_live]

There's a sound off to the right -- a door sliding open. Kaylee steps out, shuts the door quietly.

She doesn't bother trying to hide the worry. When she sits down next to him, she doesn't say anything for a moment.

Or two. Or six.

[e_delmar]

Ennis don't say nothin', but his hands close around the chunk of wood, and his knife stops its working.

[gonna_live]

Quiet, and calm: "What's it gonna be?"

[e_delmar]

A shrug, and he clears his throat. His voice is scratchy when he speaks, and low.

"What you mean?"