"My man." Brad countered, smiling without missing a beat. Banter came easy to him, and put him at ease as well, and that one in particular came low and over the plate.
"Good afternoon, Mister Pennyworth. Brady Beaumont, like I told the other guy." A very small lie, it would have been true 24 hours ago, but he still felt he had to wait to explain fully. He extended his free hand, the folder still clutched tightly at his side with the other arm.
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Date: 2019-10-24 11:04 pm (UTC)"Good afternoon, Mister Pennyworth. Brady Beaumont, like I told the other guy." A very small lie, it would have been true 24 hours ago, but he still felt he had to wait to explain fully. He extended his free hand, the folder still clutched tightly at his side with the other arm.