YOU’RE MINE, MOTHERFUCKER.

i can 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 your nose if i 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 to .

interesting .

bingo.

well , if he’s resting . she’s going to make some money .

( SNORT . * ) yeah right . she’ll pass .

his morals get in the way . just stay here , look after the red and blues . she’ll be gone for a few days anyway

he can’t keep up with her . she’s got a few paychecks to cash in so she’ll be gone for awhile .

not while he’s resting. ( jogging out the door . she’s got places to be! and old men to leave behind .)

can’t believe we are both widows.

he would have loved to see me this depressed and clutching his picture pathetically .

polishing her new toy . aka a new motor bike , payday came early .

? hello .

she doesn’t appreciate four eyes , tainting the atmosphere of a rusty red and black colored bike . it matches her attire entirely . her eyes don’t stray from rag , wiping at side mirrors . “ thanks . “ blunt . clipped korean tone.

“ i’m busy , four eyes .” gesturing free hand to her parked bike , she barely gives him the time of day to even hone in on her personal space.

she’s grinning , she finds herself to be hilarious . finally — she’ll give him some semblance of attention . pretty smile turned to his features while the rage flops over one shoulder . “ part of the charm . “

threatening to sideswipe ՙ ﹟ 𝑗𝑜𝒌e𝓻 on his dinky little bike