(( GUESS WHO'S BACK.
Yeah, I don't care that TT is dead/dying. I'm replying anyway. ))
It took a few moments for Santo to realise that he was still lying on the ground, probably looking as if he'd passed out. He opened his eyes and struggled to his feet, not caring that he hadn't thanked the English guy for saving him from being crushed to death, only two see one ginormous motherfxcker of a cat.
"Jesus Christ on a- what de pranci-" he broke off, shaking his head, deciding that it was best not to question this situation too much. Instead, he plonked himself on the nearest spare seat and glanced at Auburn, who seemed significantly smaller. How on earth did tha- wait, no, no questions. Besides, he didn't really care. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he usually did on the rare occasions when he had absolutely nothing 'witty' to say and fixed his eyes on Lillian. Silly little girl, trying to sound like the badass chick she obviously wasn't just to get attention. Santo smirked to himself. Hey, maybe things were looking up a bit. At least he'd now found somebody to annoy and insult mercilessly.