โand what is that supposed to mean?โ daphneโs glare was the pointed edge of a switch blade. she was itching for a fight, as per usual.
โ โ maybe, she could shave his chest hair off. . .
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Because thereโs only so many โ sickos โ around that wanna deal with all of ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต. โ
Eyes returning to his work, a small brush taken to his pec to smooth out his freshly shaped body hair.
having grown bored, daphne had skipped after renji into the bathroom as he trimmed his hair to aggravate him. how well it was working, she wasnโt quite sure.
โ โ a scoff, โwhy would i need one when sickos like you drive me โround?โ
Preoccupied with trimming up his chest hair to look toward her fully, merely taking a glimpse at the reflection through the mirror he stood before.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Iโm sure it does to someone without one. โ
renjiโs hands on her waist burned like a brand as she spun around to face him. fire licked up her spine.
she slapped the dollar against his chest.
โ โ โpick and mix, duh.โ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Pick and what โ- ? โ
Being pulled out of his mumbling to peer down at her in utter confusion, hands reaching out to take hold of her waist to usher her upward to stand.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ Ya grab it ? Whatโre ya doinโ ? โ
( & ) tipped with acrylic and diamonds.
โ โ โsounds like ya subconscious is leading ya to this prime fuckinโ pussy. i charge by the hour.โ
as if frustrated by the very presence of the woman, daphne grabbed her handful of thongs and shoved them back into her tattered designer bag. it was one of the first proper pieces she stole.
โfine. for such a frigid cunt, you approached me first.โ an accusatory finger, ( & )
โ Iโd rather save myself the trouble of seeing a woman change her underwear in the street, so yes, I will be minding your business. Youโre inconvenient and inappropriate. โ
with someone as unstable as she wandering the streets, Chie canโt help but be concerned for what
โโ
โwhat? are ya like a millennial or somethinโ?โ
did she want him to clean the blood off. . ? daphne cast an appraising glance. he was handsome.
โ โ โsure, i ainโt got any better options.โ
โ nothing , apparently iโm just old . โ
his eyebrow raised as she wiped the blood across her face .
โ guess iโm just from a different time , you offer help where itโs needed . want me to clean the blood off ? โ
โya dick gets real weepy in the spring.โ with his shirt stuffed up her nose, the blood slowed, allowing her to finally focus properly on something other than the throbbing pain.
daphne was staring at him, unabashed, as he twiddled his snail trail. ( & )
โwhatโs your fuckinโ damage?โ
the back of her hand rubbed against her nose, wiping blood across her face. he need not fret too much, not all of the women of the 21st century were so vile.
โ โ โi didnโt ask for ya help.โ
( & ) his bones. he didnโt deserve it. . .that didnโt mean daphne didnโt want it.
โhurry up .แโ she snapped, snatching the shirt from his hands as he was about to hand it over.
against her face, it smelled like old smoke.
โ โ โof course youโre familiar with tissues.โ
she was staring. following the flow of his hand which undid his coat then loosened his tie. fuck. fuck him. none of the business execs looked half as hot taking off their shitty tailored suits revealing gym-honed bodies.
her fists clenched. she wasnโt going to jump ( & )