[ Rosinante stills immediately. If expressions were a window, it's about where the shutters would have been slammed down. He sure wasn't ready for that namedrop. Part of him wonders if he should have been, just in case. It's not like Doffy was going to fade into obscurity and twiddle his thumbs.
It's not like he doesn't bear a certain responsibility for his brother's future actions, a vice that wraps around his chest and tightens. ]
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It's not like he doesn't bear a certain responsibility for his brother's future actions, a vice that wraps around his chest and tightens. ]
What about him? Doflamingo.