[ meanwhile, Bucciarati's more concerned about Abbacchio taking his comment as a challenge. He looks over at him from the corner of his eye, puffing some air through his nose. ]
Don't make me haul your ass to the hospital.
[ spoken lightly enough, but he's also definitely going to be keeping an eye on Abbacchio anyway... that's probably half the reason Abbacchio invited him, and they both know it. Neither of them want to linger on sordid history, either, so he doesn't. ]
Neither of us will fit in a car like this. We'll have to walk.
[ Bucciarati doesn't mind; he knows that Abbacchio's new feet have been giving him trouble here and there, though, so he leaves the statement open as he pushes through the front door. Being outside is an immediate relief - mostly for his back, since he can stand up straighter now. ]
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Don't make me haul your ass to the hospital.
[ spoken lightly enough, but he's also definitely going to be keeping an eye on Abbacchio anyway... that's probably half the reason Abbacchio invited him, and they both know it. Neither of them want to linger on sordid history, either, so he doesn't. ]
Neither of us will fit in a car like this. We'll have to walk.
[ Bucciarati doesn't mind; he knows that Abbacchio's new feet have been giving him trouble here and there, though, so he leaves the statement open as he pushes through the front door. Being outside is an immediate relief - mostly for his back, since he can stand up straighter now. ]