Zacharie was a snob, but perhaps that was only natural for a child who had been raised in designer diapers. While he was aware that his lifestyle was more extravagant than the ordinary person, he was also the type to accept no less. Tedium and low-class habits made him uncomfortable, and he would much rather cut off a foot than give up his fancy, stupid shirts.
There was nothing stupid about Givenchy; fashion was art.
“We have security downstairs,” he responded bluntly, “They’ll catch you on camera and you’ll get arrested though, so not worth it.” The scent of his cigarettes had filled the apartment and it was lucky that he left the window open often, or it would have surely set off an alarm. In his long sleeved shirt and torn jeans - much more distressed than the mainstream norm - he did have an artistic appeal to him. Aside from the money, perhaps it was that that drew women towards him; the emotive passion that hid behind his cold eyed stare.
At her suggestion, he’d nearly choked on the cigarette smoke, breaking into silent laughter. “I said we were going to piss her off, not me,” Zacharie responded, with no awareness that he might have offended her, “I overlook what you’re wearing since we’re inside, and because I don’t expect that much from you anyway, but to MCM? I won’t allow it.”
He was a jackass, true, but it was also possible to say that Zacharie was honest and particularly vocal about his opinions. Stubbing his cigarette out on a marble ashtray, he gave her a look. He had a plan.
“You’d actually have me arrested?” Alaska gaped at him, though she wasn’t at all surprised by this. Zacharie was always so snobby, which always irritated her but the fact that he was fun to be around covered the fact that she hated him for that.
Again, he so effortlessly pisses her off. She knew how careless she was about her appearance to an extent, her wardrobe considered of vulgar and slightly bagging clothing. Never had she paid too much attention to what she put on her body, she always was too busy numbing the pain to care about anything else. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that?”
She was sure she knew, Alaska had only told him about a billion times, but some things never stick in his brain. “Oh, but you know how much I love to piss you off! You’re depriving me of my needs!” She fake smiled at him, before shooting him a glare.
“Fine, I don’t care.” she flipped her hair to the side, looking at the male who was obviously in deep thought, he hadn’t said a rude comment for a minute now which made her furrow her eyebrows as she crossed her arms against her chest. “What are you thinking about?”