Two years, still fresh enough to have good thick ink, but also in a place that might have gotten sun and stretch on a girl that worked a little more. He thinks of all his, and how they've worn down--but the oldest of his, if it were a boy, could drink and smoke and fight in a war; the youngest, Charlie's initials, is but two years old as well.
He hums vaguely, breathes out smoke in a wreathing thing between his nose and mouth. "You worked in a bawdy house? Is that the business this Kaz was in?"
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Date: 2018-12-08 06:44 pm (UTC)He hums vaguely, breathes out smoke in a wreathing thing between his nose and mouth. "You worked in a bawdy house? Is that the business this Kaz was in?"