Chain My Heart Too, Gamma
"Jack! I’ve been yelling my lungs out here!"
I turn because I have to, and the man waving his hand is already grinning like he’s found a new toy. He has a scar running down his jaw and he looks a little drunk already, swaying as he lifts his empty mug at me. There are others scattered around, some playing cards, some arm wrestling, some yelling over each other about a bounty, and it feels like every sound is trying to crawl into my ears at once.
"I'm coming, calm down," I say, trying to deepen my voice just a little, hoping it doesn’t crack or sound weird. My throat feels dry but I still grab his mug and refill it, pushing it back toward him.
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