[RP for David] Guess I need a bodyguard.

[and_twosyllable]

It was what he did when he needed to clear his mind. He cleaned. Ford started with one room in his San Francisco apartment and then moved to the next until by the end of the day his entire loft would be clean. To him it was a productive way to spend a Saturday. He didn't clean for other people, though. It wasn't like he had any guests. He cleaned

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[gen_davideus]

Back in Chicago, David's eyes were focused on the man tied up across the way from him. An hour earlier, the man had been whining about how he had the wrong guy, and that he didn't know what he was doing, but after the reality had set in that David really didn't care, he had clammed up and spent most of the past half hour being rather quiet. Once in a while he would make an attempt to start conversation, but David would just glance over to the sheathed sword that was resting against the chair he was sitting in and raise an eyebrow back at the man. That was usually enough to get him to shut his pie hole

[gen_davideus]

"Yeah, well -- thanks for trying," David replied before rolling his eyes. "Now if you'll excuse me? I have actual work to do."

If he found out Christopher was behind this? He was going to fuckin' kill him.