Silver affected a quizzical look, as if he had absolutely no idea what on earth Flint could be on about. He held it for a good thirty seconds before he could feel his fucking moustache quivering against the effort to keep a straight face, and he was done in. His teeth flashed in an unrepentant grin even as he asked, “Alright, who told you?”
Someone must have clued Flint in to the fact the ‘insults’ he had been learning were in fact compliments, which of course when stated angrily had the hilarious effect of confusing the shit out of whoever they directed at – which hopefully would mitigate some of the damage of Flint’s rather combative personality in some cases. Now that he was on to it though, it would hardly be as entertaining.
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