“ miss! how’d you like to get sawed in half by yours truly?” she really needs to work on her showmanship. but then again, there’s really no point in showmanship when she doesn’t even have an audience to watch the show. 

   ❝ Okay, you need to take it down like ten notches. ❞

        now he’s leaning against the car he’s parked outside of the customer’s apartment, ripping up part of the sleeve of his shirt to tie around his leg and stop the bleeding. he’s in the middle of fixing himself when he hears a sound, head jerking up, still in defense mode. when he only sees a girl in front of him, he relaxes the slightest bit, scanning her for anything potentially dangerous. “ can i help you? ” 

“you keep pullin’ shit like that again, I’m gonna be mad as fuck. understood?” he closed the door behind them, turning to look at the other with angry and tired eyes. “I’m not fuckin’ joking around. what the fuck was that? fuck you tryin’ to pull?” 

               ❝ What the fu -- no. no, no, no nono. what a stupid question. ❞