#mr. shocking

“You—you fucking—son of a—”

Yakuza could only stare as she would call it: the red-haired practically throwing a tanturm. She didn’t think it was that bad—she shot at her first, and Yakuza responded—by blowing out her tire. She watched as she held onto the plastic bag, palm slightly sweaty.

“You—you’re—” She started again. “—you’re paying for my fucking tire!”

Yakuza tugged at the bag. “...no.” and walked off.

That sent the red-head seething, cursing up a storm—waving her gun around. Yakuza had tuned her out at that point, only hearing ‘I’ll fucking kill you’ and ‘son of a bitch!’ when she turned around, the other threw the firearm on the concrete out of frustration.