Mudminnow River a tall drink

small talk. condor could just taste the awkward coming off this guy. all the weird smiles and unnecessary comments. nonetheless, he kept his own smile bright and ears twitched forward. eyes on the prize.

and then the man ruined all of it with a single sentence.

he was just going to hand them over for a little information? that was so boring. no flair. no drama. no ransom or stealing or anything of the sort. see, condor's little plan was entertaining as long as it was a distraction. this just took all the fun out of it.

he was really trading now, wasn't he? what was the world coming to?

condor's gaze went flinty for a moment, the only outward sign of his displeasure. it would still work, but...he really couldn't hold this over his siblings, could he. he was practically acting like his sister – 

– no. he shuddered. no, he still couldn't say it. it simply didn't bear thinking about. when he started trying to fuck everything that moved, that was buzzard's signal to put him out of his misery.

"very well, darling. you've convinced me." behind the languid drawl of his voice, his mind was running a mile a minute, and...perhaps there was still some room for a little fun. after all, the things he knew about this place weren't very extensive. his grin brightened a little. ah, this could work just fine. 

"how about you hand those over first? insurance, you understand. then you can explain to me exactly what you mean by different."