I dunno, my boss? Bastard's decided to cut my pay cause a customer didn't like my service.

[he kicks at the snow on the ground- angry with his job that he's likely to quit by the end of the week anyways. it's hard keeping up with jobs when you're Cain. he sighs and eyeballs Jamie, watching him as the cold broke down his stoic stance. with a smirk, Cain grabs his friend by the shoulder and pulls him closer to share the warmth.]

Jesus Jamie, I can hear your fuckin' skull shaking around like one of those yippy lap dogs.