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you’ve got blood on your cheek.
ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵉᵗˢ are OFF! // ACT I.. ⁿᵒ. ²¹ ( roman sionis! ) , @maskdistic do i? * she frowns, wiping a hand half-heartedly across her cheek before returning her attention to her phone. * is it gone?
have i seen you before?
/ sevyn revival? yeah i think so.... cb!!!
i don’t get why you hang around him.
/ hi (: cb
i'm not wearing that.
is that— is that a baby?
nah, 's a pocket-sized young woman. yeah, she's a baby, @vigilantactics. my baby. her name's juno. (:
so— um, why are you here? let’s start with that.
not of my own free will, if that's what you're gettin' at, @arksylum. my, uh— somebody suggested i try therapy.
you can leave now. you ruined everything— my suit too.
mhm, whatever. maybe i wouldn't have t' steal from you if you gave me a raise, @maskdistic. (:
you would /know/ how much money, wouldn’t you? you keep stealing like i wouldn’t notice. i thought you could buy me a suit yourself.
good. that suit was horrible anyway, @maskdistic. you think you'd be able to get a nice one with all that money you have.
listen darling, that case is mine. give it back.
* the sudden yank throws her off just a little. before he can do much else, however, she digs her nails in to his forearm, brows furrowed together. * you can try, @F0RHIRE. your gun'll just jam. go ahead. shoot me.
[ his hand moves up to grab her arm then her shit, harshly pulling her closer. ] i have no problem with puttin' a bullet through that head of yours love.
