@R1CHIEHARKNESS *why do you want to? you're choosing to be a grunt, taking violent orders from someone, when you could be a free agent? do you want a new father, or are you just too lazy to think for yourself? do you think this looks *fun?
because.
"it's one of my best talents."
steps through the door and holds up a finger in wait. he's been watching this exit for a week now. they don't bother to alarm this section, but there is a panel nearby for resetting the rest of the building. sloppy, really.
trapped in an endless cycle of wild
child , then . didnt know it was so
visible .
her impatience kicks in while he fiddles
with the lock . why can’t she shimmy
through a window , let him in ?
“ you usually like breakin’ an’ enterin ?”
it might be her eyes. there's a desperation in their wild purposelessness which reads like a kid freshly onto the streets—even though she's neither.
tugs his sleeve up to reveal a white sliver of flesh and two lockpicks. works them into the fire door and opens it in silence.
young ? maybe its the jacket covering
her frame . maybe her haircut is too
childish now . . .
she heaves herself after him , steps
becoming lighter at they ascend the
rickety steps . it’s easing to have a task
now .
@RUNRABBITGIRL https://t.co/JhWFKaHMnv making a new account and interacting with the same oomfs is like bringing my barbie to playtime where you guys all have transformers
@R1CHIEHARKNESS alright.
[ his tone is bored. he isn't, though. he takes some satisfaction in making Richie work for his approval, even if Kaz's approval is worthless and fleeting most of the time. ]
https://t.co/JhWFKaIkd3 kaz getting treated like a teenager because he's not in a YA book is so funny to me. stamping his foot and huffing out steam from his ears. unable to be cool and suave because he's hanging out with 21+ year olds for longer than three lines of dialogue.
the voice doesn't seem to be throwing people the way it does back home.
she looks young, but he's got the feeling that might be deceptive.
nods, rising to his feet and carefully ascending the stairs to an old fire door, cane under his hand, too focused to hurt.