Hellboy, comics canon, Thatbarthing.
There is the clip-clop of hooves, heavy and sonorous in the bar -- Hellboy's a big guy; he comes downstairs for a beer and chips, finds himself a comfortable table, and people watches.
Sometimes it's nice to be the man who doesn't stand out -- not much, anyway -- and just be able to enjoy beer, onion rings, and a cigar without a call or a emergency. You know. Relax. Relaxing's rare where he comes from. Evil never sleeps, gotta bump back at the things what bump in the night... You know the spiel. Hellboy knows it.
It's why he's here. Evil's not bumping right this second. At least, not that he knows of.
Sometimes it's nice to be the man who doesn't stand out -- not much, anyway -- and just be able to enjoy beer, onion rings, and a cigar without a call or a emergency. You know. Relax. Relaxing's rare where he comes from. Evil never sleeps, gotta bump back at the things what bump in the night... You know the spiel. Hellboy knows it.
It's why he's here. Evil's not bumping right this second. At least, not that he knows of.