we ought to hijack an oil tanker, there's a lot of money in oil.
๐ขomewhere deep within JD's terrifying cerebrum there exists a spreadsheet dedicated to all his acquisitions. & Nikki, for what matters, does not react as such. Instead, she remains as is, stretched out opposite him on the floor, their heads occupying neighboring territory. TWO ROADS BEGINNING FROM THE SAME ORIGINS. Above them, water stained and old plaster. A stress ball flicks from her hand, a lazy parabola through the air, before returning to her palm. UP, DOWN, UP AGAIN.
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โตโต [ She'll bite. ]
โ God, you say just ... the sweetest things. โ Sarcasm, of course. โ โ Interested. But, I have some notes. โ Naturally. There exists a very specific category of person who responds to such conspiracy with administrative feedback & Nikki Freeman, regrettably, serves as such. Nikki entertains the prospect with light casualties. โ โ We'd have to start caring about, like, the rigs and things like that. โ
YES, THE INFASTRUCTURE IS OF MOST CONSIDERATION. She stares upward as though the old plaster ceiling itself may provide clarification. A fate arguably worse than prison. The stress ball lands in her hand once more & she catches it, rests upon her chest. โ โ I don't know anything about rigs, JD ! โ / [โธฎ] โ
