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Sinking back into the upholstered chair with a satisfied groan, Bishop watched the freshly-kindled fire start to grow with a certain sense of accomplishment. Between deals and monsters and plotting traps, it had been a busy day for the big investigator; a chance to simply sit back and unwind seemed like the perfect way to
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But shortly after the door closed, Bishop's trenchoat was coming off. He slung it over the back of the chair, wincing as he removed the shirt and shoulder holster underneath; he didn't really have interest in making an inventory of all his cuts and bruises, but that Oaky did not go down easy.
Instead, he just sat back and let the firelight play over him, the warmth it was sending out gradually suffusing his bare skin; his eyes drifted closed for a little bit as he basked in the pleasant setting.
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Setting it aside again, he turned head and body slightly to look at Sukiko (and hopefully throw some useful shadows over the more painful hits he took, although not very successfully). Still, he nodded. "That'd just about hit the spot right now, yeah. That's an impressive bottle you brought out, Suki."
It wasn't something like cognac, so she probably wasn't buttering him up for another job... but still, high class enough for him to be appreciative, especially given all this Prohibition crap going down. "Quite a comfortable place you've got going. Glad I could help keep it safe."
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