carringtongoneturbo:
“I dunno, a month or two? I mean, it’s Easter candy,” Turbo lifted the bag and shook it, “you think that’d give you a hint.” His eyes lit up as Maui brought up the candy-alcohol combos. “If you got me those I’d have to -” kiss you? no. suck your dick? NO “- make you my new favorite.” Turbo usually wasn’t one for taking his time, or patience, or subtlety. But this was the first time he had been interested in someone - dating interested, not just fucking - in a long time, so he was planning to play the long game.
“Damn, nice catch! Gotta have those extra-sharp reflexes, huh? How’s work been, anyway? Anything exciting?” He knew they were safe enough here to at least let him act like himself, but he was still paranoid about discussing some things in explicit terms.
Of course it would seem obvious as the bag clearly stated it was Easter candy. Still, one could never be sure of any connections that Turbo may or may not have in the underground candy world. “You mean I’m not already your favorite? That stings” he reached his hand up over his heart feigning as if the other’s words had offended him.
Anything exciting? Well, working with Sykes there was always something going on, however, despite this place being safer than a lot of others, Maui knew there was no place truly safe from the man he worked for, so he always chose his words carefully, “Work’s been....work. Nothing overtly exciting, Just run of the mill going with Sykes to make sure people are doing their jobs and paying the debts kinds of things” There. Simple. No details. Bring up nothing interesting to provoke further questions.