I'd rather shoot myself

"Errmmm…"

"Come on. Is that a 'yes', a 'no', a 'go fuck yourself'?"

"Thats awesome…I need to learn how to do that."

"It's a useful skill."

                         Taylor gave the kid a look and leaned against the bars of cell that they somehow managed to find themselves in. “——you sound just like my sister,” she replied. She was out there somewhere —- trying to get him out.

                         “Oh! It's because of how feminine I am, isn't it?” James said with a small roll of his eyes. He'd learned to laugh at himself a long time ago. He's also learned to just deal with the strange looks. “This is just what I get for doing beauty pageants as a kid!” He's kidding... probably.

                      “——-not right now,” Taylor had to pause and sigh slightly. “How’d you even find those?” he asked.

                      James laughed slightly as shook his head as he caught all the oranges. “Come prepared or don't come at all.” he laughed.