𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳 ; 𝓬arlisle ashton hearst, AKA : “ C͟A͟S͟H ” —- hacking extraordinaire, forced into working for a heist network . an unassuming loser who no one would guess came from old 💵 .. ´ˎ˗
he was never overly concerned with that : being appealing. didn’t matter much when he avoided people altogether outside of the jobs he’s done.
as she steps close to show the screen, his head tilts —- squinting down at the photo. been a long while since he’s seen his face ..
she didn’t mean for it to come off harsh , or maybe she did . the whole thing he had going for himself was repelling . a total push away for girls , he was totally creepy without meaning to be . all serial killers are awkward
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outside of anything but a mirror. jarring .. or maybe kinda nice —- ?
with a shrug, he speaks rather plainly. “ i mean. it’s good, i guess. ”
with a previous comment in mind, lips purse * almost sheepishly. suddenly feeling the need to tack on, “ i haven’t had a ..
the comment along with the gesture makes his face twist in ways he didn’t think possible .. a silent means of saying, ‘ the fuck does that mean ? ’
though the look falls —- overcome by confusion —- when she grabs his arm and snaps a photo of the two of them. violet ? …
a loud sigh like this was an incovience to her , “ maybe you should start thinking on the bright side instead of hoarding yourself to only being . . like this . ” hand gestering all of him . she didn’t like him , not really .
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doing something nice for him ? did she bump her head waking up this morning ?
it’s no secret that they don’t typically get along. not that cash makes it easy .. the awkwardness and sarcasm seems to serve as some type of repellent. not that he minds that. anti - social,