Excuse me, who's the actual damn amnesiac here, huh? You? Or me?
[He would make a rude gesture here too, but he's distracted by Bigby's questions, and he turns back, glowering.]
You had answers that a corpse didn't. [He lets out a huff, the strands of his hair in front of his hair flopping a bit from the rush of air. What do you mean, what the fuck is my problem? I woke up yesterday for like the fifth time after something happened with her - [He points to Alice.] - and that other guy with the bandana. Dickson, or whatever.
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Excuse me, who's the actual damn amnesiac here, huh? You? Or me?
[He would make a rude gesture here too, but he's distracted by Bigby's questions, and he turns back, glowering.]
You had answers that a corpse didn't. [He lets out a huff, the strands of his hair in front of his hair flopping a bit from the rush of air. What do you mean, what the fuck is my problem? I woke up yesterday for like the fifth time after something happened with her - [He points to Alice.] - and that other guy with the bandana. Dickson, or whatever.
[Tch.] Hi. Nice to meet you, too.