Head tilts, wondering how the new age of young bucks even get by with that type of manner, but he must persist in the pressing: to test this prospect. He had high hopes, but he had been disappointed before.
The second test had been passed at least.
In the same motion of the lighting of his dart, he had scaled the acrobatic equipment with a press of the previously rested foot — the same one that now arched down into his fall, target adamant on being planted upon the other's temple.
‘‘ You've got an interesting idea — ’’
Wakasa withdrew a cigarette from behind his ear, rolling it betwixt fore and middle finger.
“ Better not be one o’ them Northside pussies. . . ”
Another barbed test disguised as pressing.
Eyes narrow as first test is passed: this one was not bitch made for once. he spits on the ground and pops a boot up onto a bar, knee bent in threat in making a quick ascent ig he doesn’t like his next answer.
“ And last I checked, I ain’t ask all that. Where you from? ”
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+ nagi was just chilling. should he really answer the question? or see if this guy was going to play this game of charades.
“Unless you’re the owner of this park, I don’t think I’m obligated to give you any information.”
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