count my sins

           "Wow, that's so impressive." Don't be sarcastic, it's not cute.

Ax: 63$ smh

          “No, you just caught me at a time where I have my shirt off.” He stated simply, slipping his shirt back on.

          “Get me out of hereee!”  And the last time you tried to leave, they gave you shock therapy;  Good luck with that.

          "Nah, I'm good."

                                        but already broken.                           

           "So basically I just have to be a bitch to people?" She doesn't really understand the concept of working.

"Well, I could use an assistant…" 

           "But that requires work." Stop whining.

     ”No, thanks. I’m good for now.” He shook his head, looking over at her. “What’s your deal? Are you just having a bad day?”

          "No, I'm having the most amazing day of my life. And dealing with you just makes it so much better."

     ”Well, why are you in such a hurry?” Tony asked, crossing his arms. “I mean, I think you need to take a chill pill or something.”

          "I have somewhere important to be." No you don't, Isabelle. "How about I shove a chill pill up your ass?"

          “      .”  And you’re without a shirt yet again.

           "Are we taking our shirts off? I love this game." What the actual fuck, Isabelle.

     ”Well, what does a normal human being walk like?” Tony asked, arching an eyebrow as he slowed down even more to walk next to her. “I mean, it’s not me. It’s the people in front of me.”

          "A normal person walks like they're not part slug." She took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Well, then those people need to walk faster before I put a bullet through their heads."

         That was a red flag. ” You don’t know who Beson is and you’re standing in our house?” He questioned wanting her to explain herself. ” What exactly are you doing here?” 

           "I, uh, I'm lost?" You're really bad at this whole stealing thing, Isabelle.