Blue strokes back the fur on his head.
"I get by. It may be a sick place to live, but I know where to find a big guy with a gun. For whatever reason it may be that I would need someone like that," he argued, toying with his fries. "I get around, you know. I've been offered jobs like this before. The only difference is, this time, my potential employer uses yo-yo's instead of shiny black AR's to get what he wants."
Blue looked at the ceiling for a moment, then turned to Richard. "Look, you want my help for something, you gotta get me a better place to life. That cracker box under the overpass just isn't cutting it for me. You do that, and I'm yours until you gotta disappear. What do you say?"