#& daniel

“They make me afraid too. But thats why I still come home even after all this time.” Daniel smirked, tipping his hat to her.

Alice grinned, so relieved to see a familiar face. “I wanted to go back again but I’ve been co-captain on my Papa’s ship. I haven’t had the time to visit. So, how are the Hatz doing?”

There was a reason people didn't rob banks often anymore. Most people weren't smart or patient enough to pull it off properly. Evidently, there was always one God's Perfect Idiot who would go out of their way to be the rule, not the exception.

Two other people, barring the justifiably terrified teller, in the immediate area. Neither in the room, last he checked. His plane for London was leaving in three hours and he intended to be on it, rather than suffering through a pointless siege in a bank.

"Ten years." The gun was just far away enough from the side of his head to catch the filed off serial number. "They add as much as they can, an unregistered firearm adds ten." If you were going to go to the effort of robbing a bank, of all places, it was sheer laziness and stupidity not to plan it out properly.

You brought a registered gun, for which you had a license. You didn't use it. You were prepared to go to prison, for the least amount of time possible. You made sure you could realistically disappear in a world where it was actually incredibly difficult to manage successfully.

[ text - puff keeper ] what?[ text - puff keeper ] who is “everyone”?[ text - puff keeper ] that’s no one’s business[ text - puff keeper ] the midnight owl got their wish and we broke up anyway[ text - puff keeper ] what does it matter if we slept together?