‘   HE DOES THAT SOMETIMES,   best to leave him be while he works it out.   ’   hesitantly he speaks up over the counter,   directing it across to the new addition perched by the window,   he only assumes Kazimir’s fixed gaze is on the red bombshell pacing back and forth outside the diner.   trying to make himself look busy and not like he’s eavesdropping,   he plays around with the bits of junk sprawled behind the counter.   being sure to keep his gaze low as he speaks again   ‘   HE GETS REALLY MAD AT HIMSELF when shit like this happens,   plans go wrong and were caught off guard   ----   if you let him cool off some steam before going to talk to him it usually works out better.   ’ 

rolled a 10:    a kiss along the jawline

        ‘   D’S NOT HERE IF THATS WHO YOU’RE LOOKING FOR   -----   he’s with pony,   takin a trip out to zone three I think,   filling up on more expired neptune pop and god knows what else.   ’   his hands are busy rubbing away the oil covering his hands,   he had been keeping himself busy all day tinkering with the van.   hoping that one day,   taking it apart and putting it back together would actually solve one of its many problems. 

        ‘   WHATEVER IT IS MY DAUGHTER TOLD YOU   -----   I can’t help you,   I don’t deal with smuggling anymore,   especially not into the city.   ’   the damp of the cave provides an odd sense of security as she turns her back to the strange visitors sat at her table.   there had once been a time where she had control of the entire smuggling operation involving anything needing to get in or out of the city,    but that time had long since come and gone,   all she was left with were empty crates and the hope that isolation would provide some sort of comfort. 

― ❝ I am just the new invention. ❞