“Little shit,” Hal laughed, having barely even caught the flash of Joji’s arm in time, and still he’d looked the wrong fucking way. His elbow flicked out toward the taller man’s side – a playful jab of retaliation. No harm done, and frankly with Flint in one of his moods it was damn nice to be able to just spend some time relaxing with the crew. Even if they were little shits!
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