benny gives him a long look, an expression of dubious reproach. “ i’m well aware that yer a sour-puss, yes. and darlin’… i got more than enough of my own business, ain’t got a lick of interest in yours. but ya don’t seem the real friendly type, so i’m not completely sold on wanting t’ get along jus’ fine. ”
“ is anyone really friendly these days? ” not that ky’lar really cared about what other people did. he was more content on fucking people over with deals… just to make someone down the line happy. though, if he had a choice, he would just be lounging around a hotel close to freezing hotel room, “ ‘sides, you keep outta’ my hair, an’ we can get along.” usually, but then again, it all depended on ky’s mood.
he shouldn’t have even been there; getting caught was never something he enjoyed, but at the same time, it had it’s own set of perks. to get caught meant that someone ( or something ) was ( more than likely ) tracking down the same leads. then again, it was also more likely that they were here to stop things from getting too far. either way, it wasn’t something he enjoyed…. especially when all he was trying to do was get answers.
“—- and if i don’t?”
sighing, he knew that this
wouldn’t be easy. this kid had dug his heels in and nothing he said
would change his mind. he was here as more of a courtesy than
anything else and if necessary he could bring this kid in by force.
it wouldn’t be the first time that he’d done such a thing. but any
time shield sent him out he did try not to use force. it never ended
up well and it left a sour taste in his mouth. unfortunately, steve
knew he’d been sent for a reason and that reason was standing there
in front of him. letting him go would mean a long lecture from hill
but it wouldn’t be the first time.
“can’t run forever,”
he pointed out, wondering if the agents he’d been sent with were
coming in or not. they hadn’t talked about how things would play out
if their target decided to run. he couldn’t let this kid go. there
was something about him that felt off and letting him go meant
opening up the city to whatever dangers this kid brought with him.
“and if you give shield what they want they’ll leave you be.”
it wasn’t the best choices in the world but what else could he do?
steve didn’t like the idea of force but his gut told him it was the
only left for him to do.
“wish it were that
simple,” steve told him. “had hoped to avoid all this but
you’ve given me no choice.”
“do you really believe that?” honestly, there was a slim chance in his mind that shield would even let him go, and he wasn’t going to take that risk. going to them or even talking to them was a major complication.
more to the point, they could keep him in a cell indefinitely, and that would just make matters far worse. therefore, the only option he had was to stay as far away from them as possible, and with any luck, one step ahead of them ( even if that was doubtful ).
“you’re right, i can’t run forever. i could take a stand and fight.” of course, doing so wasn’t what he wanted, but at the same time, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t do so if he had to. he just didn’t want to deal with starting something he couldn’t finish, “i’m just not interested in having to deal with armed guards or torture.” or, in his case, getting captured, and possibly tortured.
“either way, you’ll do what you have to, and i’ll…. do the same.” the words were dry, he didn’t want a fight, but as per-usual, he rarely managed to take the course of action that would avoid such things.
“neither one would have worked because chances are, I’d still punch you. only difference is I’d have a reason for doing it.”
“is that what you do all day long? just punch people you like or don’t like?” honestly, he was about to say that was hot, but instead, he ended up holding his tongue on that subject for the time being.
“It’s called, I really dislike baggage, and the AC is out in my hotel room. Apparently, turning it below fifty made something overheat.”
“ How about I do not kill you, how would that work for you?”, Sam pauses hands folding over his chest, “ what if I had something to offer to you, would you consider making the deal?”, Sam pauses once more , cocking an eyebrow as he is looking over at the other male.
“Stronger men have tried.” It was a simple statement as he leaned back in the chair, “You could try to kill me, but it won’t get you far.” A slight amount of pain, but nothing he wouldn’t be able to recover from, “So, what is this offer, mm?” His lips then pursed into a fine-line, “Better yet, what are you willing to…. give me for my…. help.”
Yawns as he watches the sea from the cliff side. His trident by his side as he continues to watch and watch and watch…
“You look bored.” Honestly, he would be bored as well if he was just sitting somewhere, but that was just who he was, “Even worse than me when I was resigned to a cell for a few years back home.”
Her lips are pursed as she listens to him speak. Though, expression is quick to return to a neutral one. Word of mouth is rather a FRUSTRATING thing, because words so often get twisted. Still, she tries to ignore as many whispers as she can, so as to not let them impede her work. “Well, they are. The first reaper to die after Death becomes.. well.. Death.”
“Just like that?” Honestly, the rules of creation were….. weird. Even to someone like himself, but in reality, it did make sense in a way. After Death was killed, someone had to take their place, and why not the next reaper to die? It actually seemed a bit fitting, “I would have thought that there would be something more to it.”
“If I was to pin you to the wall, would you scream?” It was a game of his to torment her, clear and simple. He tried to care — he really did, but all it caused was more distance. Far more distance than he was willing to attempt to close and it was why he isolated himself from everyone.
Even the people that cared for him, “—- To answer your question, no. You wouldn’t find horns, but i’m quite sure you could find something else if you poke around enough.”
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