Braydon looked down at his sister and gave her a smirk, before he put a cigarette in between his lips. He then brought his lighter up to the cigarette and lit it, a small amount of fire reaching up and heading towards his eyes before it disappeared into them. he then spoke to his sister in a lazy and deep voice. "Of course, but I think me and you got to go pay a visit to a werewolf. He owns us for last year when we didn't rat him out for the kid he robbed, and that one he bet up... He is pretty fucked up for a werewolf isn't he?" He asked, before taking a drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke out slowly.<br/><br/>Braydon didn't have anything against Micky, but he probably won't make it very far in life before someone has enough of his shit and kills him. Then the Hellhound would have to drag his soul down into the depths of hell, maybe if the werewolf was lucky he would be given a second life. But Braydon felt like that may take sometime before anyone let him out again, he is like a wolf with rabies. "Maybe he does has rabies, has anyone checked?" The boy asked out loud