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shoo she was cute! the great brute couldn't help but to crack his features in a great wide grin. from within the back of his throat there echoed a burly chuckle – warm and encouraging – and he pulled his head back with joy. “das right,” he agreed with her openly. “an' how good ah you at catchin' em?” buckshot then followed with a daring glint in the ghostly silver of his gaze.

perhaps, someone with more self awareness would have realized that spending some quality alone time with some stranger's child was probably not the best way to spend one's free time. the cajun brute was built for fighting, but he wasn't too well versed in the common sense department. whoever was in charge had seen fit to grant him with life's greatest conundrum.

in other words, buckshot wasn't the sharpest egg in the attic.