“ well …. i’m not trying to negate anything. i sort of … admitted to it already? & you literally caught me ….” words are slow & deliberate , as if speaking to a child. kenzie truly gives zero fucks , hands shoved into pockets as he rocks on balls of feet. he does pull a face at the damage being labeled irreversible , crouching to squint harder at his crime. “ it’s not like you can’t just get it buffed out or something , not even that deep of a scratch. i was being kind , you know. slashing the tires was my original plan , but then you’d actually be stuck blocking me. ” as though he was even more justified. “ look. here’s … fifty dollars , should be enough to cover some of the charges. ” sighs , shoving crumbled bills out towards her.
frustration becomes evident on her features. she wasn’t one to get riled up easily — in fact, she prided herself on her patience — but there was just something in the way the other spoke and acted that made her want to shake him. ❝ that’s not the point, ❞ comes her reply, arms crossing over her chest as she shoots a glare, her best one, towards him. ❝ you know, you’re kind of a dick. i can’t believe you were gonna slash my tires. i can’t believe ruining a stranger’s car was on your mind at all. ❞ and that was probably the harshest thing she’s ever said in her life. ❝ okay, think of it like this: i have to take time out of my day to go get my keyed car repaired, and that’s a bill i don’t have money for. in the mean time, i won’t have my car for an hour or two and considering i need it to get to my job, that’s trouble for me. ❞ she takes the crumpled bills, staring at them with disdain before shaking them in his face. ❝ and if i end up in debt, do you really think your fifty is gonna cover it? ❞