Melvin, in no great hurry to watch the most cringe fail home movie ever made, has been doing a whole lot of standing around. Wandering. Maybe even thinking a little bit, if he’s feeling up to a challenge. There’s some distant bickering that really, probably, maybe isn’t his problem.
Abel Lazarus “Melvin if you keep him off me I’ll give you 100 dollars Cash Right Now.”
Until it is! Very suddenly it is. This is the latest event in a chain of things that might as well be happening. It takes him a moment to very confusedly parse what Abel is even saying. A… hundred dollars cash? Kind of useless on the train, really, but on the off-chance he did get out of here that would be a hundred bucks more than he had when he boarded. A pretty significant amount for just one task.
Eh. He’d been paid less for worse work. Might as well. It’d been a while since he played defense, maybe it would even be a little bit fun to put it into practice again after all this time. (Likely not, but don’t tell him that.)
“Sure, whatever. You got a deal.”
It’s as shrimple as that. Wait. No. He should probably clarify something first. Just to be sure of the working conditions here.
“… he’s not trying to kill you, is he? ‘Cause if he’s trying to kill you, I’m getting the hell out of here and you should too.”
Off to a bad start on this task because he is Absolutely already distracted and focusing more on Abel instead of keeping an eye out for Jack. At least he’s still serving as a physical obstacle?
