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“Oh my god, ” Adrianna mumbled with her mouth full, putting a hand in front of her lips. It was quite unladylike and her mother would probably have a heart attack if she saw her, but she could hold back her commentary. “You Americans have so much shitty fast food, but this, ” she pointed down to her taco. “This is amazing.”

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Adrianna is a flirt, definitely. Especially when she feels the other party is interested. She knows she is good looking, so she smiles a lot, makes genuine compliments and tries to get physical contact with the other person (brushing her hand against theirs, bumping shoulders while walking ”on accident”) That usually does it.

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

When she gives gifts to someone that matters, she's definitely the struggling type.

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Definitely slow. Adrianna knows she lives in a world full of manipulation, so she is really cautious when it comes to romantic feelings.

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It’s hard to get his attention-- he can’t seem to focus on them, his eyes darting to the side every chance he got. And whatever he saw was certainly putting him on edge, his shoulders hiked up, his tension obviously. He looked like a rubber band pulled back and ready to snap at any moment.

“--’Scuse me. I canno’ take it anymore--” He suddenly sprints off, subtly growling in his throat as he chased...after a squirrel. Just a little gray squirrel that had been scurrying about in his peripheral. Angus does give it quite a chase, his speed admirable as he nearly grabbed at it’s tail before it scampered up a tree and just out of his reach. “Oi! Stay up there-- ye fluffy rat bastard--”

He was freaking out about the whole ordeal. He felt it in his bones. 

It had started out normal-as far as normal went with Mr. Pink- but his nerves got the better of him. “There IS a rat! There has to be. I just know it! What if he’s one of the closer dogs? What if- w-what if.. Oh god-”

He was freaking out about the whole ordeal.Bad enough, it seemed, to pitch over and get sick in the middle of his motor mouthing about the heist; as he had just enough time to face away from White. 

He’d felt a bit woozy since they’d met back up for their usual meetup, but he didn’t say anything. 

No cause for alarm, he’d just gotten into another fight with a past grudge. No need to cause attention or worry Joe. 

After they’d eaten and he thought he was in the clear; Vic had gotten up, wincing and lagging behind as the rest of them had walked out. He couldn’t hide the limp as well as he thought he could, it seemed, because the next thing he heard besides his ears slightly ringing was White. 

He laughs. 

“Is that a height crack? Eh.. I’d say about a two. Get a little nervous around building edges.”

“And why can’t I?” He knew damn well why he couldn’t. Vic slid his sunglasses off, rubbing at his temples.

“White. Something’s up with that boy, I swear. You shouldn’t be getting close to him. We should leave him.” 

With his coat hanging over his arm he stopped outside the doors to light another cigarette and when he raised his eyes again he noticed a blue car with a man standing next to it. “Holy shit...” he muttered while the wide grin stretched his lips, “Uncle Larry! What the fuck are you doing here?” He and the graying guy who barely changed since they saw each other last time were on the first name basis since Vic had started doing actual jobs for Joe, but right now he couldn’t help but call the other like he used to an unbelievably long time ago.