I will. I don't want to lose my fucking arm. [He picks up his shirt and throws it back on, hoping that he has time to change and stash the shirt away before Jamie gets home.]
[The shirt is entirely unsubtle as to the fact Corvo's been in a fight, so Richter taps his shoulder with his knuckles when he's got the shirt back on again.]
Maybe lose the shirt, though. Get changed and drop this one off, I can sew it up for you.
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I will. I don't want to lose my fucking arm. [He picks up his shirt and throws it back on, hoping that he has time to change and stash the shirt away before Jamie gets home.]
Thank you.
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Maybe lose the shirt, though. Get changed and drop this one off, I can sew it up for you.
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It's all going to look like I was in a fight.