( && ` but you don't f u c k i n g care.

“I won’t fuck with your sister, alright? I’ll find another flower shop,” Chris surrendered, not willing to get into a fight over nothing. “She sort of almost killed me, so I guess I was pretty confident that she was a solid hunter but… why do you think she can’t do it?”

“Friends are for people who need constant validation; which is something I don’t need. I’m entirely comfortable on my own.”

       “Mmm, pink would be a lovely colour. Esepically for you.. oh, and? If I could offer some input - I think lace for your uniform would be very much required. Lace everywhere.”

“Novak, you know how stubborn I am.” replied Valencia with a sigh. Seeing the smile on his face made the hunter feel much better of how they were leaving things off. “Determined as always Asher, I’ll hold you to that then. I hope you’re happy, this was all fucking exhausting to even talk about.” 

“With sarcastic remarks and scathing looks - - - did you bump your head? Is that why you’re asking? Oh my lord; you’ve got amnesia. That’s why you’re asking. Do you remember your name? Your name is Asher. It’ll be okay, buddy.”

Chris knew that their conversations weren’t always warm and fuzzy, but he didn’t think they were that off. “Okay, your sister actually tried to kill me. Then she told me that not killing me was a mistake. I think that I’m allowed to be a little pissed off.”

“I mean, it’d be appreciated, because I’m incredibly great but no one thanks me for it.”

“When don’t I, honey?”

Glancing up at the older man, Valencia didn’t know how to respond to that. Instead she remained silently grateful—that despite her hardheaded attitude, Asher was willing to cooperate with her. Her lips curled into a slight smirk, “You sure you’ll be able to tell the difference?” she joked trying to lighten the situation. “…I get it and I don’t blame you if you walk out on me.” 

“Distracting might be a bit of an understatement.” She agreed, resisting the urge to chuck her phone across the cafe. “Still I’m not normally in the habit of calling strangers sneaky bastards - at least not without provocation.” Kitty added with a weak smile. 

“You don’t sound particularly fond of it ??”

       “Look - he gives fashion advice too. Wow, Novak, you’re a real all around guy. I was worried. You know, Ink’d really did need some sprucing up with what it’s employees wear - think you’d be down for designing a uniform?”

“So I’m not too far off then,” Chris stated, “I’ll work on finding an emo song that fits you later, maybe that’ll turn this off-day into the best day of your life,” He encouraged, nodding appreciatively. Surely he could find teenager-Chris music that would fit Asher’s brand of angst. “I’ve always sort of wanted some ink, but I can’t figure out where to get it where it wouldn’t look trashy as hell.”

“You know, I’m really refraining from hitting you right now.”