[ And...that's that. Claude, of course, waffles with whether or not weaponry will be required in their merry romp around modern-day America, but decides (wisely) that carrying his pistol will likely draw more attention than less. He elects to carry nothing at all while Gus totes his phones— one intact, the other put haphazardly together in a loud jumble and crammed in wide pockets.
For all intents and purposes, they look very...normal, save for perhaps the way Claude carries himself, tall and straight, and the way Gus roams the moment he gets let out, like a dog off his leash. ]
Don't stray too far.
[ Is the only reprimand Claude offers to his brother, currently engrossed in looking at someone's parked car. ]
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For all intents and purposes, they look very...normal, save for perhaps the way Claude carries himself, tall and straight, and the way Gus roams the moment he gets let out, like a dog off his leash. ]
Don't stray too far.
[ Is the only reprimand Claude offers to his brother, currently engrossed in looking at someone's parked car. ]