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@deadboyhunting
+ deux
”I uh— I’m sorry”
[ Susan’s head ducked downward. She wasn’t to good in a situation like this. ]
"Désolée-- I'm sorry, mademoiselle. Can I help you?"
[ He doesn't know how to be mean to ladies. Daddy taught him better. ]
{ + 1 }
"I’ve given up on maps. I’m just going to invest in a GPS." she sighed somewhat defeated. "You aren’t local? Where are you from?"
"Corsica," he replied smoothly, and it was the truth. "And then nowhere. I'm here on a job." Not that it was any of her business.
+ deux
"I don't care what you want. Go away."
[ Max's eyes narrow. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. ]
{ + 1 }
“Menteur." she replied. "Kansas, you said? Great. That’s great. I took the wrong highway. Again."
When she spoke in his native tongue, Max's facade broke for a moment and he grinned. "Your problem would be better solved by learning a map, miss. Or, ask a local."
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{ + 1 }
"Don’t put any more venom in your words, you might kill me." she rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to ask someone where I am, because I cant read a map to save my life."
"Je ne parle pas anglais," he murmured, but it was already too late to lie. "Topeka, Kansas, Dorothée," In his hands, Max tossed a pack of cigarettes back and forth. The gun in his bag was hidden well.
{ + 1 }
"What do you want?"
[ he doesn't like visitors; especially the ones that come unannounced. ]
Libre. ||
"I'm lost,"
[ Except, being lost implies that he was going someone in the first place. ]
"That was a pick-up line. It flopped. Drinks?"
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"It’s no bother, don’t worry." He smiled, beginning to walk. "Follow me."
Max followed, forging a smile of his own. "Are you a local, monsieur?"
{ + 1 }
"--Salut. You shouldn't be here. What do you want?"
deadboyhunting came searching for answers
"The nearest bank? Of course- There’s one not too far from here, actually. I could show you, if you’d like."
"That would be fantastic-- as long as there's no inconvenience. Bon, thank you."
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"Hello there."
"Bonjour, monsieur. Could you tell me where to find the nearest bank?"
+deadboyhunting
“Awe, c’mon.” She smiles. “Look at this face? Would you really wanta put it in danger?” Nat laughs, gesturing to her face.
"Le diable avait un beau visage aussi," he murmurs under his breath. "What is it you need my help for?"
+deadboyhunting
“I’m Nat. I was told you could help me.”
"Why would I want to help you?"
[ he smirks viciously, but it isn't real. he'll never deny someone help, even though he never asks for it himself. the French boy softens visibly anyway, despite his best efforts. ]
+deadboyhunting
”Bobby Singer sent me. You are Pierre, right?”
"--Not anymore. It's Max. Who are you?'
Libre. || { open }
"I'd apologise for my appearance, but it doesn't matter, so I won't waste your time. How much of a pay off do you need to not tell people a little girl just handed me my arse on a platter?"
