Dancing with the Devil

I will rp here when I have the icons made.

Like this post for a Sono starter.

//I gotta go work out and such before I write more today. But I’m so tired. Yawn.

That’s right lady, keep distracting you’re self long enough for a nice little rat to get whatever’s in that fast food bag. This was far too easy! Django almost hoped for a bit more of a challenge. Welp, at least the food in there smelt great! It’s been awhile since Django’s even had meat. The last time he could think he had some was the crappy meat back at the lab.

      “Hey. I was TALKING to you!” 

Sono wasn’t fond of not getting a direct response. Time was precious as were her words...or something like that. She just didn’t like to be ignored.

But what could she do? Nothing more than shrug and roll her eyes...before they fell upon the bag of food next to her that seemed to rustle all on its own. 

     “Looks like I got a dine and dasher in there.”

The scientist smirked before snatching the bag up in one quick swoop, capturing whoever dared to sneak those fries from her grease covered parcel. 

                           “Dancing with the Devil.”