Roman huffed, running a hand through his head. "Look, you're right. I don't get the importance of it." He admitted. "But what I do know is that cutting your hair is for your safety and that the sooner we get it done, the sooner we can meet up with the others." He looked at her. "What do you say?"
Zadia rolled her eyes, her arms crossed. "Fine." She gave in, although it was the last thing she wanted to do. "I'll do it, but I get to keep them. I think I can probably find someone to reattach them in the long run." She moved ahead, grabbing the bag of clothes. "I'm gonna get dressed and brush my teeth." She told him, storming off to the bathroom.
"Okay," Roman said, the bathroom door slamming shut before he could say anything else. He sucked his teeth, rummaging through the small bag of clothes for something to wear. After a few seconds, he settled on a white shirt, a black and yellow plaid Jacket, and some black cargo pants.
As he finished dressing, he sat down and opened the black container, so he could see what he was working with. "CheyTac M200." He grumbled, finger sliding against his metal rifle. This sniper alone could do a lot of damage. His eyes moved, casting down onto the 9mm pistol. It was old, but still had some kick to it. "She can have this one." He spoke to himself, referring to Zadia as he took the gun out and set it on the table.
Roman plopped some grapes into his mouth, chewing silently while he thought about what Pedro said to him back at the house.
If someone he worked for did turn on him, then that met Roman was going to be on his own for a while. That wasn't necessarily a problem since he'd adapted to being on his own, it's just his list of connections would be thin until further notice.
Zadia opened the door to the bathroom, stepping out of it slowly. "I think that Ben guy has a sick sense of humor." She spoke, hands on her hips.
Roman looked up at her, lips twitching up into a small smirk. "The old fart does." He eyed the tight black mini skirt on her and then moved up to the black lace crop top that showed her belly and bits of her breast. Roman gulped, taken back by how much skin she was showing.
"I look like a sex worker." She huffed and twirled for him to see.
"It's..." he cleared his throat. "It's better than nothing." She scoffed at him and he sighed, reaching into the bag for something. "Here." He lifted a plaid jacket her way, one that matched his. "Wear this, it'll help."
Zadia walked closer, taking the jacket from him to put it on. "Thank you." She mumbled, sitting on the bed. Roman stood up, with the scissors in his hands. "Don't get carried away." She joked, trying to lighten up her mood, but it didn't work.
"I'll do it with my eyes closed then." Roman found himself teasing, which made her chuckle nervously. Gently he picked up a few of her locs and then began cutting. "How're your ribs?" He asked, grabbing more of her locs.
"Hurts, but the pain isn't bad," Zadia replied, with her eyes shut. "How's your shoulder?"
"I need to stitch it up again, but it's fine for now."
Zadia hummed. "Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at it?"
"I'm fine." He grumbled.
"Sure you are. So..." she trailed on. "What are we going to do after this? What's the plan?"
Roman cut some more, her locs falling on both the bed and floor. "We need a car, so I'm gonna head up to the diner around here and steal one from one of the locals."
"The locals? Why not one of the tourists?"
"Cops tend to care more about the tourists around here, than the locals. We take one of their cars, and they'll find us by sundown. If we take one of the locals, they'll put a search out for it but that's about it." He clarified. "After that, we'll drive up to some towns to reload on some cash and supplies." He stopped cutting for a second to adjust her head. "Then, I'm gonna pay one of my bosses a quick visit to see if he knows about what took place at the house yesterday."
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