Fuck up, gentlemen.

Heine was hanging around in the church, brooding as usual, letting Nill flitter around him. He leaned himself sidelong on a pew, sighing as his mind sorted through thoughts. Sifting through the past and resenting it as he listens to Bishop try to outfit Nill in another Lolita-style dress. Sometimes, he felt bad for Nill putting up with all that. But she seems to handle it pretty well for the most part. And Bishop isn't exactly a threat so he let's it go. He tucks his arms behind his head as he lies on his back, closing his eyes as he stares up at the vaulted ceiling.

Today is mostly quiet, but who knows how long that'll last. Probably only until Liza calls in another job, or until Badou gets himself in over his head again.

As long as he doesn't bring his drama here, he might be able to ignore the bastard today.