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@pridemasked    ||   Interact/Starter. 

“ Yeah, I GO to the Church.  ——— a pedir for perdón para  lo que hago, no confesar nada. ”   The last phrase was muttered to himself only.

         This reaction wasn’t new to James, his own sigh leaving him          as he looked to the them and shook his head. He pressed the          gun a bit harder to their head, urging them to put down the-          ir phone. He doesn’t play games on the job, when people          want to be an asshole to him, he will take their bets. His to-          is FAR too serious as he speaks to the stranger.

                            “ would you put the goddamn phone d-                             own? ”

      heaving yet another sigh, they snap the phone shut, ending the game prematurely and shoving the device back into their pocket. he really had some nerve; pressing a gun to their head then demanding they stop short of beating their high score. who could believe this guy?

               ❝ look, there’s a fair chance i sourced that fucking gun of yours. tell me what you want from me. or blow my brains out already. i don’t care. still, it’s only fair to let you know that killing me is gonna put some guys you really do not want on your ass directly up your motherfucking rectum. ❞

wdym she's a queen in every verse

❛    I SUPPOSE YOU’RE RIGHT.     ❜   he contends, eyes glued to the solid chocolate bar she draws out. traditionally, he abstained from simple chocolate bars and preferred desserts over candy. however, he isn’t one to complain. 

❛    may i have some of that one, then?    ❜

        she sighs deeply, but all in jest as she still snaps the bar in half and holds out a piece to him. her hair, wild and thick as it is, bounces notably with the turn of her head to gaze at him.