It was a shame that Gojyo was in no real condition to try and help get his pursuers off his tail. Not that he probably would have been much help anyway. Bishop seemed like he had pretty solid control over the situation anyway.
Worst case happens and Bishops unable to get out, he knew he had someone who could probably help the guy anyway.
So instead he strained to stand up, despite the aching joints and cracking bones, to sling the bag over his shoulder.]
Tch'fuck that hurts.
[Probably best to make his way home and splint and ice himself proper, maybe shove Bishops bag in along with the rest of his winnings for the moment until Bishop inevitably hounds him down.]
[ It's going to be a long night for Bishop and would be more than enough time for Gojyo to rest and get a good nights sleep.
However, first thing in the morning as the sun's rays start to coat the city, there'll be a steady knock on his door. Three knocks, pause, three knocks, pause, three knocks. Consistent and not over bearing, but definitely enough to wake someone up.
Standing outside is...someone Gojyo will not recognize. A young man wearing aviator shades, long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, a red and white cap with a matching sports jacket over a LOUD roaring lion print shirt, ripped patterned shorts, and blue ankle high basketball shoes. Removing the shades someone with some eye bags and brown eyes - speaking he says - ]
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[You've certainly been busy Bishop.
It was a shame that Gojyo was in no real condition to try and help get his pursuers off his tail. Not that he probably would have been much help anyway. Bishop seemed like he had pretty solid control over the situation anyway.
Worst case happens and Bishops unable to get out, he knew he had someone who could probably help the guy anyway.
So instead he strained to stand up, despite the aching joints and cracking bones, to sling the bag over his shoulder.]
Tch'fuck that hurts.
[Probably best to make his way home and splint and ice himself proper, maybe shove Bishops bag in along with the rest of his winnings for the moment until Bishop inevitably hounds him down.]
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However, first thing in the morning as the sun's rays start to coat the city, there'll be a steady knock on his door. Three knocks, pause, three knocks, pause, three knocks. Consistent and not over bearing, but definitely enough to wake someone up.
Standing outside is...someone Gojyo will not recognize. A young man wearing aviator shades, long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, a red and white cap with a matching sports jacket over a LOUD roaring lion print shirt, ripped patterned shorts, and blue ankle high basketball shoes. Removing the shades someone with some eye bags and brown eyes - speaking he says - ]
Please tell me you have my bag.
[ It's Bishop. ]
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