// leaving this here for the morning, goodnight!

staring.

blinking . . . slight arch to his eyebrows for they have furrowed. ". . . yeah. who else would it be? -- what're you doing here exactly? lunch?" the bag that had been slung over his shoulder had dropped beside the door frame. his facial expression remained neutral.

he could tell; perhaps the staring beforehand was to deter the other in a sense, to act as though he was catching onto something . . . he didn't know what. "oh, really . . . ? Is it for only you?" he'd ask, dusting himself off, and approaching further casually.

felony time.

. . . ? what's with the face? you don't want to join? ( 🕺✨ )

BUUUUT who said that we have to tell her?! we can. rob a bank . . . but don't hurt anyone . . . and we can be RICH!! but . . . 💧 maybe we can just, dare I say it, loiter. horrendous crime.

I would know too . . . ! I'm just saying . . . there has to be a way-- STOP YELLING !! 💢 do you want her to find out, huuh?!

. . . . but I'm afraid you're already involved . . . !! 💢 WE HAVE TO!! since you wanted to yell, we have little time! uhh . . . I GOT IT! we don't rob a bank. we rob . . . you know? guess. guess where we should rob.

. . . . !!!!! He's rubbing the top of his head with a clearly infuriated look, fixing his hair immediately . . . glaring! "What the hell's your problem?! Isn't that expensive?"

oi, is that my partner in crime?!

( blinking slowly . . . pointing to himself. ) me . . . you're sure? positive . . ? huh. I guess I can say the same for you . . . weird!

yeah, you got it . . . ! don't act like it's a bad thing! he deserves it! ( wrapping his arm over his shoulders like when someone plans out a robber . . . a huddle essentially. he'd shoot a glare. ) but loitering doesn't make us rich.

staring at the reader.

// time to be active here too. drops this.

👁👁

hmm . . not much. surprisingly.