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Wait... for real? "Screech?  You pick that one out yourself or did your parents have a sense of humor?"  He grinned, unable to help but find amusement in the name.  Maybe the Blackthorns weren't the only ones with sadistic naming tendencies.

"Colt, Colt Blackthorn.  Better known as 'Finley's brother' I suppose."  Nowadays.  He pointed his nose at the lake, where the boy had been pushing pebbles only a moment ago, and questioned offhandedly, "Wanna talk about it?"  If not he wouldn't be offended; he wasn't the sort that liked hashing shit that bothered him out, but he knew some did, and he literally had nothing better to do at this moment.