[Outside, Longshot is hanging around, listening to the conversation going on inside. Literally. An acrobatic type, he often gets scouting and surveilance detail, his added luck making it easy for him to stay undetected without much trouble.
He's stretched across the snowy roof, his ear pressed to a convenient knot in the roof, listening to every word the two are saying. He scoffs at the weak conversation, sensing that there is much left unspoken between them.
Maybe he's not so stupid, Arthur thinks, listening on. Maybe...]
LONGSHOT - Kayt
He's stretched across the snowy roof, his ear pressed to a convenient knot in the roof, listening to every word the two are saying. He scoffs at the weak conversation, sensing that there is much left unspoken between them.
Maybe he's not so stupid, Arthur thinks, listening on. Maybe...]