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Brennan snatched the cheque deftly from midair and beamed at the sight of it between his middle and ring fingers. He'd heard the sounds of the pen scribbling away from down the alleyway, but he was a man of his word, and on top of that he knew that soon Kawaguchi would be frothing from the mouth, arms and legs splayed out, muttering helplessly about how it was time for her to be a Gundam. He had to get her home. 

[color=0054a6]"Cheers, lad,"[/color] he called out to the invisible man who he'd thoroughly made his bitch, waiting for the sounds of footsteps to carry out of the alley and back into the street. When he did, he turned to the girl from the sight of the accident who had tailed him, now trying to swoop in on the corpse like a vulture. He brandished the two fingers that carried the cheque at her menacingly, and then tucked his payment underneath the collar of his shirt. 

[color=0054a6]"Nobody carries [i]cash[/i] around anymore, ye doomb sloot,"[/color] he chastised, even as he picked up the corpse by her remaining arm and slung her over his shoulder with mild chagrin. [color=0054a6]"Deeeere's a girl, easy at 'em. An' as for you, you fookin' cotton candy throwin' fookin' degenerate, don't you ever talk to me or me corpse ever again. I don't like people takin' credit for me work."[/color]

Adjusting the body so that she rested more naturally over his shoulder, Brennan began to gingerly carry her back towards the place that the students had discovered her, giving her the classic carry generally reserved for bad drunks or wounded soldiers.