“I can HANDLE myself.” Well, maybe not at the rate this night was going. He already seemed to have pissed of her off – not to mention increased the price. So, he was going to attempt – key word here attempt – to keep his attitude down a few notches. “So, you do your little… thing and i’ll make sure not to touch or do anything ‘stupid’ as you plainly put it.”
“I don’t… I don’t like pictures being taken.” It reminded him of how he disliked what he looked like. How he always wore two faces; the human one and the one just under the skin. Maybe he was just over thinking, but he didn’t stop moving. Not entirely at least. “Can’t you take one of someone else?”
“Does that ever help you?” The question was asked in a dull tone. Almost as if he wasn’t interested in the conversation at all – in truth, he wasn’t – as he leaned his head back for a few moments. “Or do you just get captured?”
❝ Don’t you have anything better to do? ❞ He wasn’t going to respond to the question – not directly at least. ❝ Or does annoying me seem to be the only thing on your mind today? ❞
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