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“I will have you know I paid for that!” She said thumping her fist on the table.
And indeed she had. However it was only from the inheritance tax she had gotten from some lady who was a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend. Somehow she had ended up in one persons will, who was in someone else’s will, who was in yet another persons will. “But… Since you look poor as fuck… Fifteen.”
“Fifteen whole woolongs?” Spike asks, cocking his head and flipping mindlessly through the book. “Fifteen woolongs and there isn’t even anything good in here.”
Which totally explains why he wants to steal it.
OKAY, 3, 2, 1 LET’S JAM
THEY WERE GOING TO BE MY GIFT TO THE WORLD
GHOSTS ARE REAL. I’VE SEEN THEM ALL MY LIFE.
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“Tell me what you know.”
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“Well. You’re awful hard to get a hold of, aren’t you?”
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“ - HEY! I’m talking to you!”
Kitty shrugged, as she skimmed over her phone. “That, and stealing is done without permission and with no intent for return.” She was casually running a club garage sale, hat on, phone investing in stocks and such. “That lil thing?” She muttered. “Hrrrm… I’ll be nice, two bucks for that fancy ashtray.”
“Wait, two? Really?”
The way his eyes light up. Take a picture - it doesn’t happen often. Almost frantically, Spike digs in his pocket and manages to count out just enough change, which he drops into the woman’s palm.
“That’s almost a steal in itself. Can’t complain!“
Solo pointed her fingers at him. “Yes, but if you steal my shit, I shoot you.” She said in front of her ship. “And that lil thing’a’ma’jig…” She looked at the item. “Thirty credits.”
“Thirty?”
Spike takes a glance at the thing in his hands.
A coupon book.
Because he’s the cheapest bastard who has ever existed.
“Come on, be honest. You got this for free, didn’t you?”
Violent and Dark Starters
"Did you think this was going to be some happily ever after fairy tale?"
"Take one more step and I'm going to shoot!"
"Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here."
"You're not going to leave me. Ever."
"I prefer doing my killing up close and personal."
"I'm sorry, they didn't make it."
"I am going to watch you bleed."
"Just say the word and they're dead."
"I just don't care anymore."
"Why don't you just leave?"
"I'm sorry. Don't hurt me."
"We're going to be together forever."
"Pain is the only thing I'm familiar with."
"If you're going to do it, DO IT!"
"Get on your knees and beg."
"This whole world needs to be cleansed."
"I have spilled blood and tasted it upon my lips."
"Kill them. Kill them all. Make them suffer."
"You're never getting out of here. You are going to stay here until you no longer draw breath."
"I take trophies from all my kills."
"There's nothing like the sound of pained wails."
"What makes you think you're ever going to live to see another sunrise?"
"My, aren't you pretty? I think I'll add you to my collection."
"If you think I'm going to be easy, you have another thing coming."
"I am not some object to be bought and sold!"
"Sod off, you sick fucker!"
"Has anyone told you you have amazing eyes?"
"Mine. You're all mine."
"If you're good, maybe I'll let you out for a while."
John stared at him. “No. Let me.” His tone was threatening and he had his combat knife out. “That’s my friend in there. So fuck off, I’ll deal with him.” He said grabbing the others hand. “Now do you want to go with both a hand and no bullet holes in ya or should I break this and let you be my meat shield?”
He knows something about camaraderie. And if the man in there weren’t worth so much, Spike might even have the decency to back down.
Even so, it seems as though he’s simply staring at the other man as he pulls his arm that was grabbed, bending his wrist toward himself, giving him ample room to grab the man’s hand and grip tightly.
The other hand pulls the gun from his hip and aims it.
“Close range isn’t gonna work to your advantage. Trust me. Go be a martyr some other time.”
She lets herself get pushed away, completely confused by the situation, she didn’t even know where she was. “Go ahead, I have no objections.”
It seems she’s gotten herself into the middle of a veritable war zone. Spike’s got his gun pulled from his hip and wastes no time in making a mad dash through the shopping complex, taking out entire kiosks as he runs.
What he doesn’t expect: his target to have a similar idea.
So really, he doesn’t get terribly far from her before he trips and falls into an almost impressive somersault, yelling at the top of his lungs, “SHIT!” as he rolls.
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“three?” blatant shock colors her tone. he’s right —- or, he’s almost right. but it’s not that she’s taking pity. she’s just a decent human being, and what kind of person would let him starve? she’s got more than enough cred. “i might,” she admits. looks at the quick food she’d been in line for. if he’s waited three days, he needs decent food. she steps out of line, tilts her head at him. “c’mon. follow me.”
“What.”
That’s it. Just one word. Because Spike isn’t used to this. This isn’t whining his way into a situation worse than he’s already in. This is. This is weird.
He takes a glance to the counter, makes an assessment (assessment being? Coming here during the lunch rush was probably a dumb idea anyway) before finally sighing and muttering an unconvinced, “Alright,” as he follows her.