~Nino Maks – The Devil’s Trap~
Nino smiled at Grant and nodded his messy head, "Wha, thanks, I owe you one Grant," he said softly. He stood to follow Grant and looked back to the Brooks, "Thanks Brooks, I'll see what I can do." He placed a twenty on the bar, "Keep the change, my friend." He followed Grant and watched him with sleepy eyes, not worried that he was following a stranger as he had followed worse people. "What do you think we should do first? Research the deaths, or talk to the locals 'bout odd thin's goin' on in the past, wha?" He ran his fingers over the headphones around his neck, smiling shyly.
He looked up to the taller boy with a kind look, noting the curly hair and beard. He doesn't seem to care how he looks, the boy thought mildly, Just as well, no room in the budget for stuff like that in this job. He shook his head and asked softly, "How long have you been doing this? Huntin', I mean." He waved to Twitch as he walked by.