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officeroxton:
Lena smiled, shaking her head with a light laugh. “’Course I didn’t go stealing anything out of it, boyo, what do ya take me for, a common criminal?” She handed over the wallet, not thinking twice about it. Almost certain that she had seen it fall from the boy, so why would she have any doubts?
mouth spreads into a friendly smile when he takes the wallet and slips it into his coat pocket -- he’ll go through the contents later. ‘ right, well, thanks a bunch. most people would’a just taken it. dealin’ with identity theft would’a been a nightmare. i suppose i owe ya’ one. ’
sombra-boopp:
“Yah, I most definitely like you. You’re in your own league. Does Jerome have a plan for what he’s going to do next in this city? I could use some fun.”
‘ sure, jerome has a plan. ain’t one that involves you, though .. ‘less ya’ got somethin’ useful to bring to the table. you pickin’ up what i’m puttin’ down, cupcake ? ’
sombra-boopp:
“Little hobby of mine…Lets see..mommy issues, police issues, and overall society issues. What would the good people of New York say if they learned all your little secrets?”
‘ --- aw. ’ the sound is drawn out condescendingly. ‘ you’re askin’ me as if i should care. go on, then ! tell ‘em ! let ‘em know who’s in town !! let ‘em know i’ll be havin’ some fun. leave ‘em on their toes. ’
sombra-boopp:
“The war back at home and how–y’know, it’s not a big deal. Sometimes we have to reboot and try again. Pick ourselves up. I’m not going to let this weak moment destroy me. But, y’know, you’re seriously the most interesting person I’ve met so far, Jerome. Or well, found information on. We never met.”
‘ .. found information on, eh ? ’ there’s an actual drip of curiosity in his tone this time, and he places a palm over his chest, offering a wide smile. ‘ well -- ain’t i just FLATTERED !! ’
rebelliousmaya:
“Obviously. I already knew that.”
‘ ah --- i see ! ya’ just .. naturally ask stupid questions. can’t help yourself. i get it. really. ’
gcldstcr:
“Come on, you can’t seriously want to sit around all day. This is New York City. There are endless possibilities out there. And might I suggest Broadway, you should always see at least one show.”
‘ mm .. sounds boring. ’
sombra-boopp:
“¿Qué onda? Oh, I’m just y’know thinking. I have a lot on my mind. ”
‘ oh ? like what ? ’ he doesn’t know why he asks. he doesn’t care - not really.
officeroxton:
“Darling, is this your wallet?”
‘ --- yeah, actually, it is ! ’ it’s not, actually. but he feigns surprise -- he’s all raised brows and gracious gasps. the whole shtick, really. ‘ ... ya’ didn’t steal anythin’ out of it, did’ja ? ’ he’s leaned in close now, voice dropping low; accusatory as he reaches for said wallet.
rebelliousmaya:
“Who said it was even a stupid question?”
‘ uhh .. ------ me ? ’
rebelliousmaya:
“Do you really think that life knows what it’s doing?”
‘ i think .. that ya’ shouldn’t ask stupid questions. ’
bu0nanotte:
Gotham has no heroes. Nothing but darkness, as far as the eye can see. I would like to share that with you.
bu0nanotte:
It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party. In the end we decided to skew a little younger. Youth one today. Sorry.
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fabrvys:
“listen, i’m not excited about being here, but i’m playing nice, so quick question. got a lighter or no ? “
' --- mm. ’ it’s a sound that indicates that he may or may not have a lighter; it’s not until he reaches around into the confines of his back pocket that he produces a silver zippo ( that thing holds some memories !! ) and offers it over. ‘ ‘yer welcome. ’
@southsiding ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
so beyonce’s voice is clearly out of his range --- but that doesn’t mean a guy can’t enjoy himself and take advantage of the lovely acoustics only a shower can grant. he’s in the middle of scrubbing suds from the long ginger strands atop his head and belting out the chorus, when he’s rudely interrupted. ‘ t’was at the tippy-top of today’s agenda. guess i can cross it o ---- ’ a startled grunt cuts off his sentence. really, he should have been expecting it. but he welcomes the pain with a smirk nonetheless, unable to decipher between blood that may have been spilled && the searing water that’s punching down on him. jerome swiftly turns around to face the culprit himself, large hands immediately finding their rightful place upon mickey’s sides, thumbs digging into exposed hips, hard enough to bruise.
‘ shouldn’t’ya respect peoples’ privacy, mickey ?? m’feelin’ a ‘lil ... VIOLATED here. ’
He’s toxic. His smile will poison you. His boyish charm dangerous. The glint in his eyes as he challenges you to do something devious is lethal.
(via hellothisistruth)
magicitsclf:
❛ not so much fun for the servants , though. ❜ the sentence is almost mumbled , & he thinks he’d pity someone who had to be the servant of this man , before he sucks in a breath & continues at an intelligible volume. ❛ bein’ king’s not all wine n’ parties either. finer living , maybe … but you’d also have to , y’ know , run an entire kingdom. if the people who don’t have as nice as you in your kingdom start dying their deaths are on you. ❜
‘ well , they’re servants !! who cares whether or not they like it ?? ’ he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world -- yes , god help anyone who finds a place under jerome’s thumb. the ginger waves a dismissive hand , as if shooing away simple logistics and morals. ‘ kingdom, schmingdom. can’t be too hard. an’ what’s a few plebeians’ blood on my hands ? ----- nothin’ ! ’