Too Weird To Live... Too Rare To Die

                                      Do not                                              ｕｎｄｅｒｅｓｔｉｍａｔｅ                                 the                                   ＦＵＲＹ                                                   I can ＵＮＬＥＡＳＨ

She flipped her long hair back over her shoulder and stuck a cigarette in her mouth. “Care for a smoke?” She asked when he returned.

Hallen shook his head, “I’m don’t smoke but thank you for the offer.” Smoking was a bad habit and he already had one that he couldn’t get rid of.

She nodded, "Fair enough. I won't push you-" she lit the cigarette and grinned. "There's a bar couple blocks up we can go to if you don't mind."

Knives was gloating, she'd finally found something to kill her boredom. ''Would you prefer me to come there or go for dinner?" She did love dressing up on occasion. She was sitting on a bar stool in her kitchen, kicking her feet, glass of gin beside her. "Give me your address if you want me to come over."

She grinned, now this was just the thing to cure her boredom, that damn feeling she could never shake.

She frowned, “But wouldn’t you like a real house? With a kitchen and stuff?” Real houses had kitchens and stuff, right? Adding, “With your own room?”

Conner stared at her. He had never been in a house with a full kitchen. He had been on a real bed because of the times where Charla took him to hotels since it was too cold outside. He told her, “I like it here. It’s nice and close to where Mommy always is. Mommy can cook too here.”

Knives hummed a bit, "Do you want to come over to my house for a bit?'' She hadn't had a guest in quite a while.

She nodded at him, “Enjoy it!” Flopping back down on the floor she added, “Don’t you get sick of living in here?”

Conner shook his head and answered her, “No. I like living here. It’s fun. I have all my books and toys. I like it.” He gave her another smile before pointing to the other boxes, “see?”

She frowned, "But wouldn't you like a real house? With a kitchen and stuff?" Real houses had kitchens and stuff, right? Adding, "With your own room?"

"If you treat it right, it won’t even let you down." She told him, "Not like a gun. They jam, mis-fire—" pausing added, "It’s the most reliable friend you can have."

Conner still didn’t exactly understand what Knives meant, but he nodded to her...

Conner giggled slightly before he told her as he gently took the knife, "cool! Thanks!" He looked the knife all over, admiring it before he looked up at Knives, giving her another smile.

She nodded at him, "Enjoy it!" Flopping back down on the floor she added, "Don't you get sick of living in here?"