Certified Bad Dude

Still a bit stunned from the sudden impact, Carissa looked up to the person shouting her name in confusion. “Um, how do you know my name?”, she asks, before seeing his face. “Oh, Giovanni!”, she realizes, blushing a bit as she dusts off her dress. “What are you doing here?”, she asked, picking up what he dropped, taking a quick glance out of curiosity.

Carissa looks herself over. She seems to have a small scratch. “Just a little brush with the sidewalk, but I’ll live”, she affirms Giovanni. She then focuses back on what he said. “That’s a pretty suspicious answer for someone running around at night like the cops are after them…”, she says, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk, trying to be playfully.

“Ah, what the heck!”, she shouts in surprise, as she is being pulled along by Giovanni. “What did you take?!”, she questions, a bit worried about the fact that he stole anything at all.

“Okay, first of all…!” she began to whisper shout. “You shouldn’t be stealing, but especially not for some stupid boss who could do it themselves!”, she argued. “And secondly,” she continued, “why report to a superior when you seem to already be a solo thief?”, she asks, confused by the whole thing.

“My heels aren’t too tall, so that’s fine, but…”, she doesn’t want to discourage him. “What if you were to cause villainy with just your minions, and not with a supervisor? Why move up and have to be stuck under the guise of a BOSS, when you can make your own group with your minions?”, she suggests, too pumped up on adrenaline to realize she was encouraging his crime habits.

She thinks for a moment. “I might have an idea….”, she said, turning to look at him. “But you have to be really quiet…"she tells him, putting an emphasis on really.

She grabs his cape from him and rolls it into a ball, then unzips her jacket and puts it on him, pulling the hood over his head. Zipping the jacket halfway up, she then puts the wadded up cape into the jacket, and finishes zipping it up all of the way. “Now I need to hear your best lady voice…”, she quietly instructs.

She ponders the probability of this working. “Just one more thing… I’m going to have to pull your hair back into a ponytail…”, she informs him, giving him the choice to do so as she pulls a hair tie from off of her arm.

“Hmmm…. ”, she ponders, putting his hair in a ponytail. “….I’ll think about it…”, she reaffirms him, as she finishes the look and pulls the hood over his head. “Now how good are you at acting?”, she asks him.

She nods. “I’m going to need you to pretend thi act like a nauseous pregnant lady. ”, she confirms.

Still a bit stunned from the sudden impact, Carissa looked up to the person shouting her name in confusion. “Um, how do you know my name?”, she asks, before seeing his face. “Oh, Giovanni!”, she realizes, blushing a bit as she dusts off her dress. “What are you doing here?”, she asked, picking up what he dropped, taking a quick glance out of curiosity.

Carissa looks herself over. She seems to have a small scratch. “Just a little brush with the sidewalk, but I’ll live”, she affirms Giovanni. She then focuses back on what he said. “That’s a pretty suspicious answer for someone running around at night like the cops are after them…”, she says, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk, trying to be playfully.

“Ah, what the heck!”, she shouts in surprise, as she is being pulled along by Giovanni. “What did you take?!”, she questions, a bit worried about the fact that he stole anything at all.

“Okay, first of all…!” she began to whisper shout. “You shouldn’t be stealing, but especially not for some stupid boss who could do it themselves!”, she argued. “And secondly,” she continued, “why report to a superior when you seem to already be a solo thief?”, she asks, confused by the whole thing.

“My heels aren’t too tall, so that’s fine, but…”, she doesn’t want to discourage him. “What if you were to cause villainy with just your minions, and not with a supervisor? Why move up and have to be stuck under the guise of a BOSS, when you can make your own group with your minions?”, she suggests, too pumped up on adrenaline to realize she was encouraging his crime habits.

She thinks for a moment. “I might have an idea….”, she said, turning to look at him. “But you have to be really quiet…"she tells him, putting an emphasis on really.

She grabs his cape from him and rolls it into a ball, then unzips her jacket and puts it on him, pulling the hood over his head. Zipping the jacket halfway up, she then puts the wadded up cape into the jacket, and finishes zipping it up all of the way. “Now I need to hear your best lady voice…”, she quietly instructs.

She ponders the probability of this working. “Just one more thing… I’m going to have to pull your hair back into a ponytail…”, she informs him, giving him the choice to do so as she pulls a hair tie from off of her arm.

“Hmmm…. ”, she ponders, putting his hair in a ponytail. “….I’ll think about it…”, she reaffirms him, as she finishes the look and pulls the hood over his head. “Now how good are you at acting?”, she asks him.

Still a bit stunned from the sudden impact, Carissa looked up to the person shouting her name in confusion. “Um, how do you know my name?”, she asks, before seeing his face. “Oh, Giovanni!”, she realizes, blushing a bit as she dusts off her dress. “What are you doing here?”, she asked, picking up what he dropped, taking a quick glance out of curiosity.

Carissa looks herself over. She seems to have a small scratch. “Just a little brush with the sidewalk, but I’ll live”, she affirms Giovanni. She then focuses back on what he said. “That’s a pretty suspicious answer for someone running around at night like the cops are after them…”, she says, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk, trying to be playfully.

“Ah, what the heck!”, she shouts in surprise, as she is being pulled along by Giovanni. “What did you take?!”, she questions, a bit worried about the fact that he stole anything at all.

“Okay, first of all…!” she began to whisper shout. “You shouldn’t be stealing, but especially not for some stupid boss who could do it themselves!”, she argued. “And secondly,” she continued, “why report to a superior when you seem to already be a solo thief?”, she asks, confused by the whole thing.

“My heels aren’t too tall, so that’s fine, but…”, she doesn’t want to discourage him. “What if you were to cause villainy with just your minions, and not with a supervisor? Why move up and have to be stuck under the guise of a BOSS, when you can make your own group with your minions?”, she suggests, too pumped up on adrenaline to realize she was encouraging his crime habits.

She thinks for a moment. “I might have an idea….”, she said, turning to look at him. “But you have to be really quiet…"she tells him, putting an emphasis on really.

She grabs his cape from him and rolls it into a ball, then unzips her jacket and puts it on him, pulling the hood over his head. Zipping the jacket halfway up, she then puts the wadded up cape into the jacket, and finishes zipping it up all of the way. “Now I need to hear your best lady voice…”, she quietly instructs.

She ponders the probability of this working. “Just one more thing… I’m going to have to pull your hair back into a ponytail…”, she informs him, giving him the choice to do so as she pulls a hair tie from off of her arm.

Still a bit stunned from the sudden impact, Carissa looked up to the person shouting her name in confusion. “Um, how do you know my name?”, she asks, before seeing his face. “Oh, Giovanni!”, she realizes, blushing a bit as she dusts off her dress. “What are you doing here?”, she asked, picking up what he dropped, taking a quick glance out of curiosity.

Carissa looks herself over. She seems to have a small scratch. “Just a little brush with the sidewalk, but I’ll live”, she affirms Giovanni. She then focuses back on what he said. “That’s a pretty suspicious answer for someone running around at night like the cops are after them…”, she says, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk, trying to be playfully.

“Ah, what the heck!”, she shouts in surprise, as she is being pulled along by Giovanni. “What did you take?!”, she questions, a bit worried about the fact that he stole anything at all.

“Okay, first of all…!” she began to whisper shout. “You shouldn’t be stealing, but especially not for some stupid boss who could do it themselves!”, she argued. “And secondly,” she continued, “why report to a superior when you seem to already be a solo thief?”, she asks, confused by the whole thing.

“My heels aren’t too tall, so that’s fine, but…”, she doesn’t want to discourage him. “What if you were to cause villainy with just your minions, and not with a supervisor? Why move up and have to be stuck under the guise of a BOSS, when you can make your own group with your minions?”, she suggests, too pumped up on adrenaline to realize she was encouraging his crime habits.

She thinks for a moment. “I might have an idea….”, she said, turning to look at him. “But you have to be really quiet…"she tells him, putting an emphasis on really.

She grabs his cape from him and rolls it into a ball, then unzips her jacket and puts it on him, pulling the hood over his head. Zipping the jacket halfway up, she then puts the wadded up cape into the jacket, and finishes zipping it up all of the way. “Now I need to hear your best lady voice…”, she quietly instructs.

Still a bit stunned from the sudden impact, Carissa looked up to the person shouting her name in confusion. “Um, how do you know my name?”, she asks, before seeing his face. “Oh, Giovanni!”, she realizes, blushing a bit as she dusts off her dress. “What are you doing here?”, she asked, picking up what he dropped, taking a quick glance out of curiosity.

Carissa looks herself over. She seems to have a small scratch. “Just a little brush with the sidewalk, but I’ll live”, she affirms Giovanni. She then focuses back on what he said. “That’s a pretty suspicious answer for someone running around at night like the cops are after them…”, she says, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk, trying to be playfully.

“Ah, what the heck!”, she shouts in surprise, as she is being pulled along by Giovanni. “What did you take?!”, she questions, a bit worried about the fact that he stole anything at all.

“Okay, first of all…!” she began to whisper shout. “You shouldn’t be stealing, but especially not for some stupid boss who could do it themselves!”, she argued. “And secondly,” she continued, “why report to a superior when you seem to already be a solo thief?”, she asks, confused by the whole thing.

“My heels aren’t too tall, so that’s fine, but…”, she doesn’t want to discourage him. “What if you were to cause villainy with just your minions, and not with a supervisor? Why move up and have to be stuck under the guise of a BOSS, when you can make your own group with your minions?”, she suggests, too pumped up on adrenaline to realize she was encouraging his crime habits.

She thinks for a moment. “I might have an idea….”, she said, turning to look at him. “But you have to be really quiet…"she tells him, putting an emphasis on really.

Still a bit stunned from the sudden impact, Carissa looked up to the person shouting her name in confusion. “Um, how do you know my name?”, she asks, before seeing his face. “Oh, Giovanni!”, she realizes, blushing a bit as she dusts off her dress. “What are you doing here?”, she asked, picking up what he dropped, taking a quick glance out of curiosity.

Carissa looks herself over. She seems to have a small scratch. “Just a little brush with the sidewalk, but I’ll live”, she affirms Giovanni. She then focuses back on what he said. “That’s a pretty suspicious answer for someone running around at night like the cops are after them…”, she says, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk, trying to be playfully.

“Ah, what the heck!”, she shouts in surprise, as she is being pulled along by Giovanni. “What did you take?!”, she questions, a bit worried about the fact that he stole anything at all.

“Okay, first of all…!” she began to whisper shout. “You shouldn’t be stealing, but especially not for some stupid boss who could do it themselves!”, she argued. “And secondly,” she continued, “why report to a superior when you seem to already be a solo thief?”, she asks, confused by the whole thing.

“My heels aren’t too tall, so that’s fine, but…”, she doesn’t want to discourage him. “What if you were to cause villainy with just your minions, and not with a supervisor? Why move up and have to be stuck under the guise of a BOSS, when you can make your own group with your minions?”, she suggests, too pumped up on adrenaline to realize she was encouraging his crime habits.

Still a bit stunned from the sudden impact, Carissa looked up to the person shouting her name in confusion. “Um, how do you know my name?”, she asks, before seeing his face. “Oh, Giovanni!”, she realizes, blushing a bit as she dusts off her dress. “What are you doing here?”, she asked, picking up what he dropped, taking a quick glance out of curiosity.

Carissa looks herself over. She seems to have a small scratch. “Just a little brush with the sidewalk, but I’ll live”, she affirms Giovanni. She then focuses back on what he said. “That’s a pretty suspicious answer for someone running around at night like the cops are after them…”, she says, raising an eyebrow with a slight smirk, trying to be playfully.

“Ah, what the heck!”, she shouts in surprise, as she is being pulled along by Giovanni. “What did you take?!”, she questions, a bit worried about the fact that he stole anything at all.

“Okay, first of all…!” she began to whisper shout. “You shouldn’t be stealing, but especially not for some stupid boss who could do it themselves!”, she argued. “And secondly,” she continued, “why report to a superior when you seem to already be a solo thief?”, she asks, confused by the whole thing.