teddylebeau:
“hey dude, i was choking about the eyebrows, don’t get eyebrow shy on me now.” he lets his cigarette hang between his lips, his hands slipping into the front pockets of his ripped jeans. “oh, you were so implying. there’s a difference between fight and murder. one involves death. i wouldn’t win the fight but i’d sure leave you with quite a few marks, sheriff didn’t nickname me scrappy for nothin’.” he jokingly holds his fists up and bounces on the balls of his feet as if about to box but drops them and chuckles. “name’s teddy, and before you ask yes it’s short for something but will i ever reveal that? nope. you got a name or do i have to keep calling you tall dark and not murdery in my head?”
“Scrappy,” he echoes, “Cute.” He bounces his elbows, hands still pocketed. He likes this guy’s style, admittedly, jokingly accusing jack of being a murderer because of his eyebrows, then getting all fisticuffs on him. It’s amusing, really. He chuckles as well, shaking his head. “You are quite interesting, Teddy. Glad to meet you. My name is Jack.” He extends a hand, palm up, his plastic grocery bag hanging from his wrist. “Perhaps I’ll actually come get some fries after I’ve finished what I’m doing.”













