Of course, fame and fortune are the only thing men like Waxey look for. Albany's the only city that allows people of his kind to be open about what they are. Anonymity is survival to him. And he will defend his city until they pry it out his cold, dead fingers.
"If they wanted attention, they should've just become actors."
"Thank you." He takes the cigar to his lips, but before he goes to light it and smoke. "A former eraser of mine has gone rogue. I've been trying to hunt her down and bring her back to Albany." He pauses for a while, wanting Waxey to take this information.
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Date: 2015-04-01 05:01 am (UTC)"If they wanted attention, they should've just become actors."
"Thank you." He takes the cigar to his lips, but before he goes to light it and smoke. "A former eraser of mine has gone rogue. I've been trying to hunt her down and bring her back to Albany." He pauses for a while, wanting Waxey to take this information.