Diego snorts, rolling his eyes though there's a hint of a smile on his face. "Try being the Kraken since the time you were old enough to show up in public in a diamond mask and school uniform," he says, one hand rubbing the other forearm where the tattoo was. When you weren't old enough to legally get the ink either. "But least I wasn't Space Boy," he says, smirking rather cruelly.
"We were public, and people seemed to be okay with the things we did," he admits. "Hell, when I started working on my own, a lot of it was overlooked because of who I was. Who we had been," he says, considering this guy curiously. He gets it, more than most could he suspects.
"I had a cop or two that I took things to, and some of them knew I was listening to the radio and sometimes put more through than maybe they should have, for me." So he knows how that goes.
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"We were public, and people seemed to be okay with the things we did," he admits. "Hell, when I started working on my own, a lot of it was overlooked because of who I was. Who we had been," he says, considering this guy curiously. He gets it, more than most could he suspects.
"I had a cop or two that I took things to, and some of them knew I was listening to the radio and sometimes put more through than maybe they should have, for me." So he knows how that goes.