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[personal profile] thebetterweapon 2020-06-25 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
There isn't any need for the cleared throat. Creed can smell the coffee, and the alcohol, and the man carrying it. One clawed hand reaches up and takes the cup with a little salute. He sips it cautiously, not even pushing his hat back.

Honestly, he's here for the kids, and smells the fear, the uncertainty that is in the air around here. No one knows what's going on. But if anyone tries to get in, they'll be alone with ol' Sabretooth. Not a pleasant place to be.

"Bunch of bullshit." He rumbles after a minute, more into his cup than anything.