Renaldo Pinera RP

He explains that little loophole and she has to take a small step away from him; yes, he’s technically right that killing just one person doesn’t necessarily make him a serial killer, but all that talk about killing her specifically is putting her on edge. “That’s certainly one way to look at it.”

Of course, he continues babbling on and goes ahead and makes a proper idiot of himself all over again– she can’t tell if he’s really a sophisticated murderer, just setting her up by playing dumb or if he is actually…dumb. “Okay…Mister Moron it is then. I won’t forget.”

infernoxheart:

{!!} – Renaldo clicked his fingers, happily settling for the small triumph, and winking non-threateningly in her direction, securing the fact that he was, in fact, not going to kill her, that day. ❝Still more respect dan I get from m’ siblin’s!❞ he admitted with an idiotic grin.

“Sera. Pleasure t’meet ya, Renaldo.” Sera shifted her weight and smiled. “Though think I’m gonna stick to calling you Brooklyn. Like it a little better.”

infernoxheart:

“Hey…I like this shirt.” He scoffs, popping up the collar of the botanical atrocity. “Besides, I ain’t the main attraction here. Tryin’ to blend in with the background so all the customers see is the inventory.” His wife said the same thing about the shirt, but would he listen?

Of course not. Hawaiian shirts are dope, according to the florist. “Who are you then? The fashion police?”

infernoxheart:

{!!} – ❝Naw, naw, you’re right...!❞ Renaldo seemed to sober up from his explosion of giggles, even if just for a fleeting moment, ❝I like it, too! I like dat shirt how I like a nice bowl’a salad...........I don’t like salad.❞ - And cue the offensive laughter, once again.

“Hey man, I don’t think you wanna be involved with this. Just turn around, walk away, and pretend you didn’t see anything.”

Oh, he’s preparing himself. Didi stands a little straighter, arms crossing over her chest as she braces herself for impact, waiting with a raised brow to his comeback…which, much to her amusement, never comes.

Well, it sort of comes. “Are you threatening to set me on fire? After you just said your weren’t a serial killer? That sounds very serial, sir.” She’s fairly confident that she could take him down if needed– mainly due to the level of general violence she was accustomed to and would be willing to commit at any given moment. “You’re not exactly helping your case, moron.”

infernoxheart:

{!!} – ❝Aw, yeah, but ya see, there’s a loop-hole!❞ Renaldo argued with vehement insistence, ❝It ain’t serial if I only do it once! If I just kill you, dat don’t make me a serial killer, now, does it?❞ He seemed rather proud of that one.

Didi slightly flinched as his shaking fist, before frowning at him. Ornery little guy wasn’t he? She makes one tiny (and rude) observation and he flies off the handle! Men were far too sensitive sometimes.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think so.” Oof, harsh. “Relax, little man.” Says the even littler woman. “If you say you’re not a serial killer, I’ll believe you. Mostly because I look like I could totally take you if you did try to kill me. So don’t worry so much about it, hm?”

nobodystypeofguy:

{!!} – Renaldo wet his lips as if about to quip something extremely damning, holding a finger up in to the air with a large inhale...only to realise he had absolutely nothing.