[hm… he sort of feels like this sudden turnaround is a lead-in to another stabbing.
but #yolo or whatever]
hey, i care! just not as much as she did, i guess whoever this is… ill pick you up! heyyyy you arent gonna stab me again are you? not trying to pull a fast one right? haha just making sure 😅 almost needed stitches the last time!
Wow I guess chivalry really is dead if a girl can't mooch off a guy for transportation anymore without him getting suspicious I'm not gonna stab you stupid, there's nothing in it for me Have you seen rent prices? I'm not working for free Your ex paid for (1) knifing she's not getting any more than that Also you're paying for my coffee and whatever girly pastry I decide to get
you threatened to cut off my balls… i’m protecting my assets!
[which ex??? god. he’s wracking his brain]
could i get a hint what color was her hair, or
you know what nevermind 🤷♂️ i’m considering it settled i figure she’ll show up again cuz you didnt manage to kill me anyway 😅 yeah yeah it’s my treat! im not gonna ask you to coffee and not pay i’m not that kinda guy!
wow you really are just some kind of prince in shining armor i can see why that last chick went berserk for you anyway here's my address meet you in 30 bye
[ The address she gives him is not a residential one. He'll pull up to a well groomed park with not very many people around.
Rose stands at the corner of the curb, a large garbage bag at her feet, phone in one hand and donning her usual perpetually sour and bored expression. When his car pulls up she doesn't even look, just moves to the back and hits his rear windshield. ]
Open up, I'm not sitting up front with this.
[ One way or another the trunk is opened up and Rose throws the bag in the back with little care for its contents. When she finally makes her way up to the front she looks a little disheveled from the process of hoisting the bag into the car.
[Zidane stares at the message for a while, brow furrowed. Weird, he thinks, abrupt! He folds to flattery pretty easily, but he's run a good scam in his day, and he knows when he's being scammed.
This woman probably had an arrest record a mile long, he thinks. But she was hot, and so...
He heads to the address she gave him. It doesn't match the one on the driver's license she'd purported not to need, and so he is unsurprised when he slows to a stop in front of a park. It's a nice park at least, not shady, and he waves to her brightly, either ignorant of or deliberately not paying attention to the look on her face. The knock on the rear windshield makes him jump a little though, and he cranes his head around to look at what she's carrying, even as he pops the trunk for her. Nondescript, suspicious garbage bag, and it's got some heft to it, with the awkward way she's lugging it... his brow knits in confusion and something about his gaze sharpens into something more alert. He isn't really worried, but his whole personality aside, he's no dummy.
Her demand when she gets in the car, as a result, is met with a half-hearted shrug.] Whew, hello to you too!
[He doesn't glance over his shoulder again. Instead he opens his glove compartment, and hands her the wallet — still intact and undisturbed, as he had promised.] See? Told ya. I kept it safe and sound!
[A beat of silence follows this, then he asks, casual:] What was in that bag? It looked pretty heavy. I coulda hopped out and helped you with it!
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but #yolo or whatever]
hey, i care!
just not as much as she did, i guess
whoever this is…
ill pick you up!
heyyyy you arent gonna stab me again are you? not trying to pull a fast one right? haha
just making sure 😅
almost needed stitches the last time!
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I'm not gonna stab you stupid, there's nothing in it for me
Have you seen rent prices? I'm not working for free
Your ex paid for (1) knifing she's not getting any more than that
Also you're paying for my coffee and whatever girly pastry I decide to get
no subject
i’m protecting my assets!
[which ex??? god. he’s wracking his brain]
could i get a hint
what color was her hair, or
you know what nevermind 🤷♂️ i’m considering it settled
i figure she’ll show up again cuz you didnt manage to kill me anyway 😅
yeah yeah it’s my treat!
im not gonna ask you to coffee and not pay
i’m not that kinda guy!
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i can see why that last chick went berserk for you
anyway here's my address meet you in 30
bye
[ The address she gives him is not a residential one. He'll pull up to a well groomed park with not very many people around.
Rose stands at the corner of the curb, a large garbage bag at her feet, phone in one hand and donning her usual perpetually sour and bored expression. When his car pulls up she doesn't even look, just moves to the back and hits his rear windshield. ]
Open up, I'm not sitting up front with this.
[ One way or another the trunk is opened up and Rose throws the bag in the back with little care for its contents. When she finally makes her way up to the front she looks a little disheveled from the process of hoisting the bag into the car.
Her expression however, still remains flat. ]
Where's my wallet you freak?
[ That serves as her version of 'Hello'. ]
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This woman probably had an arrest record a mile long, he thinks. But she was hot, and so...
He heads to the address she gave him. It doesn't match the one on the driver's license she'd purported not to need, and so he is unsurprised when he slows to a stop in front of a park. It's a nice park at least, not shady, and he waves to her brightly, either ignorant of or deliberately not paying attention to the look on her face. The knock on the rear windshield makes him jump a little though, and he cranes his head around to look at what she's carrying, even as he pops the trunk for her. Nondescript, suspicious garbage bag, and it's got some heft to it, with the awkward way she's lugging it... his brow knits in confusion and something about his gaze sharpens into something more alert. He isn't really worried, but his whole personality aside, he's no dummy.
Her demand when she gets in the car, as a result, is met with a half-hearted shrug.] Whew, hello to you too!
[He doesn't glance over his shoulder again. Instead he opens his glove compartment, and hands her the wallet — still intact and undisturbed, as he had promised.] See? Told ya. I kept it safe and sound!
[A beat of silence follows this, then he asks, casual:] What was in that bag? It looked pretty heavy. I coulda hopped out and helped you with it!