No, I did not think robbing banks and getting myself entangled in criminal organizations was a worthy pursuit. Is that.. strange?
[ * she does not pick up that he’s joking. Poor Temperance.
Unlocking the car so they can both step in,
immediately strapping her seatbelt over
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— business, huh?
[ He is horrible, at making jokes. He tries to lighten the mood every time but it seems all he can do is kill a crowd immediately. He will stand next to the passenger side and reevaluate his poor choice of words. ]
Sorry.
That must’ve been tough.
Ran off,
whichever makes you feel better. Foster care, you know, all of those things— then my father shows up again,
Allegedly murders a deputy director of the FBI—
Need I go on?
ah. Well,
this isn’t exactly.. the best conversation for a first date.
[ * date. the word is thrown simply to please him,
she’s already leading him out and toward her car. ]
well, my parents were.. criminals. Bank robbers, mostly. They wanted money. Then my mom died— or they
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— least. Conversations with women are never this long for his liking. But he’s trying. She’s the first one to actually know about his past. No matter how fucked up it is. ]
Uhm.. so takeout huh?