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I'm good at keeping secrets. It's kinda what I do for a living.
[And he allows Molly to lead him toward the alley. This is amusingly familiar — it's definitely how he prefers to do business. In the shadows, in secret, with the threat of a possible awful death lurking nearby.]
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Good. You need to keep it quiet, cause if everybody knows, then maybe he'll start killing all of us.
[She throws herself a little too easily into the role for a number of reasons, really. On the way to the shadows she picks up her backpack, which she'd kinda thrown aside for the quick little chase with her pokémon, and hugs it close to herself as she turns to watch Jimmy very seriously when they're out of the sun.]
You can't tell anyone unless they really really need to know. Okay?
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Jimmy goes from Okay with the situation to a little disturbed. Shit got real real fast — why are people dying? When did that become a thing?]
Okay, okay. I'll even — here. [He holds out his hand, pinky extended.] Pinky swear.
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[Molly is impressed by this initiative and sets her backpack to the ground again before she stands, very straight, kind of ominous, and ceremoniously extends her own hand to him to lock pinkies.]
Cross my heart and hope to die, [she recites (again with the death?) and then picks up her backpack again and sits down on a crate nearby to rifle through it.]
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And Jimmy, who seems to have forgotten he even has a pokémon, remains totally focused on Molly. He nods, solemn, then watches her as she goes through her bag.
What could she possibly be looking for? The thought occurs to him that she might have been serious, but then he remembers: He's in a coma. Even if she were serious about a bad guy, whatever! Who cares! He's already in a coma! It's fine. Everything is fine.]