“Tess,” Barty tapped the female’s shoulder, his eyes on the back of her head. “Can you believe this?” he looked around imitating every other shocked person in the crowd. He smirked once he felt no eyes upon him. “You doing okay?”

bartys-onlyscn sent ✫

❝ that man would shag an open wound. ❞  the statement came out of nowhere; one couldn’t have paid kitty to recall what barty had said before she’d noticed the man in question. she gave a nod towards him, jutting her chin out in a way that knew no subtlety. that was an art she’d never cared to learn — not growing up, not in school. only recently had she begun to see why people even bothered. still, when she turned back to face barty she dropped her tone to something a little less blatant.  ❝ ah … not that I’m trying to gossip, sorry, but that just. well, flew out. ❞

“No worries- I don’t have loose lips.” he smirked, directing slightly snarkiness in her direction. “Anyways, I definitely agree. He’s so weirdly desperate for any attention from women that it’s gotten disgusting.” he held his cigarette up to lips, his eyebrows quirking as he observed the male in question. After a few moments, he exhaled smoke and looked at Kitty. “What brought that up, anyways?”

❝Broke the window again.” 

His arms grasped a bat, destroying the abandoned house before him. Barty was a huge investor and was buying his first house to rebuild and sell for a profit. He glanced around, seeing a familiar female. “Come to spill my dirty secret to the media, Skeeter?”