yeuphoricâ.
that little fucker. thatâs the immediate thought that comes to franklinâs mind when he sees ( through the protection of a window blind ) the stranger running keys across the perfectly maintained framework of his car. he should just leave it â after all, the car is stolen and will be sold on in a few days anyway â but never one to back down from a fight, heâs marching outside to confront the other.  âi donât think you need to explain,â impatient hand stretches out to gesture to the damaged vehicle,  âyou keyed my fucking car.â
--- he should have known the car had window blinds ( tobias had some of his own for no specific reason ). when the owner steps out, tobias takes a step back. not at all what he was expecting. suspicious as always, he glances back to the windows and the damage heâd done, wondering if itâs an unmarked cop car. âwell, then i guess thatâs it,â shrugging his shoulders and gestures to the vehicle as well, âpaint will cover it. stop parking in front of my house, dude.â













