the house that heaven built + open, joiner

[body]

[size=10pt]Even if he had such limited knowledge of the outside world, it would be understandable Ottawa has no idea where he is. He's a long, long way from home. He would expect that by now, after travelling so far, running for hours and hours on end, they would've dropped it and just let him go. However for some reason, the gang is insistent that he be caught and punished. Well, assuming he doesn't get his throat slit right here, Ottawa knows that at some point he'll have to turn himself around and face them.

"I, uh, sorry," he mutters, as if that will help his case. "I, um, I just - y'see, I'm kinda on the run here. I - I got nowhere to hide." It's hard to excuse himself when he's out of breath. The last place he'd intruded in, he had met a lot more people, however they were a lot more understanding to his situation. He doubts he'll see that kindness here, after hearing what Butch had to say, but he can hope. "Listen, I - I need somewhere to hide. I mean, uh, stay. I'll - I'll work for it, too." He would consider himself to be relatively young and healthy.

Ottawa peers around the canine to see if anyone else is coming. He hopes they don't corner him. If shit hits the fan, he's ready to make a run for it, but he's hoping he can use his master negotiator skills to deter them from tearing out his throat.