#plastrieve

" chickening out, eve? " it's not the strangest place you've ever been-- for god's sake, you met eve in a dumpster. you were more frightened by the idea of ruining a suit that costs more than she's ever seen in her life than being in a place that could double as a filming area for some awful snuff flick. you rub at an eyeball with your palm, face scrunching against the dim light.

" well, you said it yourself. it's trash. " lucy waves a disinterested hand at-- well, he's not sure exactly what it is. he can agree with eve. there isn't anything in it he can find value in. the corner of her lips tucks in, just for a moment, before she clicks her tongue. " you're just going to clutter up your home with garbage if you take it with you. besides, i don't think you really need it. i think you want it because it'll give you some morsel of serotonin. " still, it's not as if lucy can judge. he's just spent too much money on a coat he can't wear for a few months. " of course, don't let me harsh your buzz. go for it if you want. "