Ronald chuckled. What an optimistic young man. The blonde was rather glad that Louis wasn’t on his To-Die list today. At least, he didn’t think he was. He held up a gloved finger, telling the other to give him one moment as a tugged a small, blue notebook from his jacket pocket. He flipped to a page in the middle scanned his green eyes over it, finger touched to his lip in concentration. He soon snapped the book shut and gave a grin. He’d seen nobody with the name Louis in the book for the next week or so. Good thing, too. “Sorry ‘bout that, lad,” he said, “Had t’ check somethin’. But aye, I’m sure ya will.”
Louis quirked a brow as the other male glazed over a small notebook. Who the hell carries a notebook in the apocalypse? Well, maybe it was memories… Everyone had their little quirks. And Louis had no right to judge. After all, he still carried that dead cell phone in his back pocket.
“Whaddya got in the notebook, man?” He asked, genuinely curious, but meaning no offense by the quesdtion.