Kallen let out a laugh. No, no James really didn't sound like a gangster. Picking up orphans off the streets as if they were stray cats, taking care of them, treating them like family. That was definitely not something a gangster would do. And yet, out of everyone, Kallen was afraid of James' wrath the most. "Yea, he's definitely a real sweetheart, I'm not gonna lie. He probably couldn't even hurt a fly on a good day," he hummed, "But trust me, he's absolutely terrifying when he's angry. I think that's why not many gangs mess with us; they're too afraid of his temper." He nodded to himself as if he were agreeing. He had never really thought about it before, but it seemed like the truth now that he had said it.

"Well, I wouldn't know anything like that. As far as I'm concerned though, blood doesn't make people family." he said. Wow that was cheesy. he thought immediately afterwards. "But you are definitely right about everyone looking out for first place. But whaddya expect when your in a gang? Everyone's stupid, greedy, and violent. Simple as that." He shrugged. It was the way of life and everyone knew it, even the most idiotic person. He twisted his wrists slightly wondering if he could free them. They had only bound his wrists with some tape and rope, so it shouldn't be too hard, but it almost seemed like it would be a waste of energy. "Wonder when they'll turn the lights on, its getting annoying to sit here the dark," he hummed.