"Who said anything about help? I just want something to do!"
In Graham's case, it was more boredom than greed. A dangerous mind like his, left to its own devices, was not a good thing. And without a gang to lead, or a crime family to do work for, Graham felt listless. Going to hos job everyday was a decent distraction, but it wouldn't hold him over forever.
He'd barely looked at the menu, so Graham ordered some pasta and a vanilla milkshake without much thought.
"Fighting giant moogle monsters or searching haunted houses are fine in the moment, but then it's over! This town is so dull in between when things are going to hell. Who can live like this!?" Graham flopped sideways in his chair, or as much as he could, anyway.
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In Graham's case, it was more boredom than greed. A dangerous mind like his, left to its own devices, was not a good thing. And without a gang to lead, or a crime family to do work for, Graham felt listless. Going to hos job everyday was a decent distraction, but it wouldn't hold him over forever.
He'd barely looked at the menu, so Graham ordered some pasta and a vanilla milkshake without much thought.
"Fighting giant moogle monsters or searching haunted houses are fine in the moment, but then it's over! This town is so dull in between when things are going to hell. Who can live like this!?" Graham flopped sideways in his chair, or as much as he could, anyway.