[ does he look like he has a single cent to his name, alec? the answer is no. there's holes in his jeans, the laces on his boots have knots in them where they've broken and he's tied them back together, his jacket has rips in places and is thankfully too dark for the blood and dirt stains to really show up. if there's even a chance he'll have a hospital on his ass to pay medical bills, he'd rather wait out the concussion himself.
alec sits up and mickey doesn't bother yet, dabbing at the blood trickling from his nose and a split lip, dark against his pale as hell ukrainian chicago kid skin. ]
Chicago Southside. [ he answers, as if that ought to explain it. ] My brothers, my bastard old man, Russian gangsters, whatever other assholes on the street I ran into and couldn't beat. You?
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[ does he look like he has a single cent to his name, alec? the answer is no. there's holes in his jeans, the laces on his boots have knots in them where they've broken and he's tied them back together, his jacket has rips in places and is thankfully too dark for the blood and dirt stains to really show up. if there's even a chance he'll have a hospital on his ass to pay medical bills, he'd rather wait out the concussion himself.
alec sits up and mickey doesn't bother yet, dabbing at the blood trickling from his nose and a split lip, dark against his pale as hell ukrainian chicago kid skin. ]
Chicago Southside. [ he answers, as if that ought to explain it. ] My brothers, my bastard old man, Russian gangsters, whatever other assholes on the street I ran into and couldn't beat. You?