He’s holding up his glass, tapping it against his. “Cheers, to having a shitty day.”

Stop talking and put your hands up.

Always with the slight insults. Hello, mother.

He waits for her to get up, shrugging. “This isn’t a game, Scarlett. I don’t even know why I’m helping you.”

Says the deadman.

. . .

Um hi. Why are you yelling?

Now you have it, what do you want?

Yeah? Whose he?

“You did what?” He repeated her words, a stressed look happening upon his features. “You kidnapped Klaus to get a rise out of Val?”

Alonzo. But she can call him Lonzo or, whatever. He’s an unfamiliar face.

He puts up his hands, showing her that he was very little threat. At least in the current moment. “Ever heard of the Cruz family?” He questioned, watching for her reaction.

His gaze grows bored, quickly sweeping his leg from up under the other’s watching as he tumbled to the ground once more. “Not it a mood. Just don’t understand why you keep letting me knock your ass to the ground.”

Don’t call me that ever again.

A shrug as he turns away from his mother. “Why should I? I’m not the golden child anyways.”

He reaches up to wipe away the blood that trickled from the wound, giving his sibling a glare. “Seriously?” He huffed, pulling at a dagger from his belt loop, hurling it so it cut off a lock of her hair. “You could use a haircut, sis.”

His gaze becomes playful, shaking his head at her with a laugh. “You’re not gonna go all ripper. I won’t let you slip that far.” He gives her another look, holding out his pinky. “Pinky swear, I’ll be there for you everytime you’re on the edge.”

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