[ Oh, bullshit, M. Apollo gives him a Look, somewhere between amused and accusing, and shakes his head slowly. Because Apollo knows when he's being played by a Midnighter. He hefts his pool cue with a sigh. ]
I'll let you keep your card... for now.
[ That said, he paces slowly around the table as he eyes up the scene before him, nudging Midnighter gently out of the way as he passes. ]
God, next time can you at least leave me an easy shot?
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I'll let you keep your card... for now.
[ That said, he paces slowly around the table as he eyes up the scene before him, nudging Midnighter gently out of the way as he passes. ]
God, next time can you at least leave me an easy shot?