01-28-2020, 12:44 AM
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Well, quite the Dubliner if one wanted to be exact; so not quite British, but certainly Irish. Irish as in his grandfather was born and raised there before moving the whole family to America. So, maybe William was born and raised here, but he'd still stand true to his heritage. After all, that was literally the purpose of the Stirling's existence! Distillation of Irish whiskey, really rubbing it in everyone's faces that they had gotten rich off of smuggled alcohol as if it made them any more notable in the criminal enterprise.
He supposed it did sort of work. Every other crime family wanted them in body bags for it.
Wandering into the kitchen, William's jaws widened as he yawned, easing the cricks out of his neck just as he saw Calvin and Elwin drinking and hating their morning drinks. ❝ Watcha sayin' about the British now, 'ey? ❞ He questioned with a curious quirk of a brow, leaning to rest his elbows on the counter by the kitchen island. ❝ What are you two drinking? ❞
William twitched his nose, relaxing for a minute until he heard Elwin questioning Calvin. That poor Calvin guy, being utterly goaded by the ever-so curt Elwin. ❝ Hey, you can't talk- ❞ He remarked playfully, lips tempted to curl into a grin as he gestured his hand to Elwin's hair. ❝ at least Calvin ain't got a fuckin' bowl cut. ❞ Eyes glistened impudently. He did that! Proud hairdresser right here.
[div style="width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]|| WILLIAM STIRLING || JULIA STIRLING || PETER STIRLING ||
Well, quite the Dubliner if one wanted to be exact; so not quite British, but certainly Irish. Irish as in his grandfather was born and raised there before moving the whole family to America. So, maybe William was born and raised here, but he'd still stand true to his heritage. After all, that was literally the purpose of the Stirling's existence! Distillation of Irish whiskey, really rubbing it in everyone's faces that they had gotten rich off of smuggled alcohol as if it made them any more notable in the criminal enterprise.
He supposed it did sort of work. Every other crime family wanted them in body bags for it.
Wandering into the kitchen, William's jaws widened as he yawned, easing the cricks out of his neck just as he saw Calvin and Elwin drinking and hating their morning drinks. ❝ Watcha sayin' about the British now, 'ey? ❞ He questioned with a curious quirk of a brow, leaning to rest his elbows on the counter by the kitchen island. ❝ What are you two drinking? ❞
William twitched his nose, relaxing for a minute until he heard Elwin questioning Calvin. That poor Calvin guy, being utterly goaded by the ever-so curt Elwin. ❝ Hey, you can't talk- ❞ He remarked playfully, lips tempted to curl into a grin as he gestured his hand to Elwin's hair. ❝ at least Calvin ain't got a fuckin' bowl cut. ❞ Eyes glistened impudently. He did that! Proud hairdresser right here.
[div style="width: 350px; text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 1px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]|| WILLIAM STIRLING || JULIA STIRLING || PETER STIRLING ||
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TAKE A HUMAN HEART , ADD SOME VANITY , AUTHENTICITY
[sup]AND PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER . DO WHATEVER TO YOUR BROKEN MACHINE .[/sup]