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    She could read that pretty easily. “Am… A little.” He shrugged, forgetting that the fans had actual lives outside of what they did. Some of them weren’t nearly as shattered, or as much of a shell as the janitors were. “Good to hear though.”

      It’s not hard to read Jacket after you’ve been hanging out with him for a while, either that or she’s just more skilled at reading others than she thought. Corey knew he didn’t like them, what they did or who they were. “How much do you know about us, Jacket?” While she wasn’t willing to tell the entire story, she’d tell her side of how the fans formed. At least, part of it; to get his mind off things.

Bonus points if you tell me what exactly what you like about it!

Wolf sighed, a smoke between his lips as he just sat on a bus stop bench. Miami was weird, buses took whatever route they wanted, and Wolf had begun getting the so called ‘bizarre phone calls’ that instructed him to kill. No pay, but it was fun. Wolf just didn’t notice the girl who was bound to stumble on him, mask resting on his lap as he had just finished.

send “☾” for my muse to wake yours up at night.

“Right, then came my brother.  He got…”  Chose your words carefully!  “He died when I was twelve.  Got shot by some asshole looking to make some extra money.”  Where was the lie?  Lies of omission weren’t entirely lies, right?

     Corey couldn’t empathize with him, she could... She could feel pity for him, but she couldn’t relate. She knew her parents, she knew their trials, tribulations... The bullshit her mother put on her. There’s part of her that wishes that she never knew her mother, but then there’s the part of her mind berating herself for thinking that... All things considered.      When he finishes part of his story, she wants to give him some words... Something, but she can’t her eyes just gaze up at him. A look of sympathy etched on her face, her communication skills may have been stunted but she knew pain. “...Sometimes it’s for the best that you don’t know someone. They could end up destroying you.” Yet if there was anything Corey knew, was that destruction bred creation.

    “I’ll keep it in mind… Case I ever wind up back here.” Jacket put a mental note of it away for later. Same apartment, it’d be risky heading back there. Maybe moving out elsewhere was the smartest move. Or crash here until then. He didn’t know. But somehow, he’d figure things out. “You got a day job?”

       “Yeah,” She breathes the word out, her fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. “It’s uh     it’s not much, I mean it’s a cashier job but it pays,” Corey explains further, remembering that he wanted conversation to ease his worrisome mind. “The rest of the money I make is from... Y’know,” She doesn’t need to elaborate, he knows.  “You sound surprised.”