@mindsmade:
How he got to that question between casting a puzzled stare towards the monks kneeling on the corner of Ventura and Skyline, and knocking back a can of Tiancha Kumquat eludes him. Amusement, though, doesn't — it smears itself squarely across his face, tipping his lips into a lopsided grin. V's eyebrows meanwhile shoot towards his hairline – as if to say 'what do you think?' – before he downs a couple of mouthfuls of Chromanticore, and wipes his forehead with his forearm. Today's a scorcher — especially under the heavy blanket of smog capturing the city's heat in the streets.
❛ Heh. Think you'd need to pull the trigger for it to be a full-blown robbery, buddy. ❜ Without warning, he claps Jackie's shoulder — mid-sip, but he can take it. He's a big boy. ❛ So let's not test that theory. I aim to keep ya around for a long time yet. We got a city to conquer, after all. ❜
jackie thinks himself a damn genius for having the idea -— one of those lightbulb moments. v doesn't see it. naturally, he takes it as further evidence of his brilliance. the greatest minds were always misunderstood. he scoffs, waves a hand. "nah. estarían perdiendo la cabeza, you know, feeling my fear." of course, that implies— "not that i'd be scared or nothin'." brushing that idea off, his shoulders roll back. the leather of his jacket squeaks.
"—chingado...!!" the sudden slap makes the sticky lemony liquid clog his throat, come dripping down his chin. eyes narrow into a glare sent v's way. it only lasts half a second, grin always quick to return. "heh, you got that right, choom." a beat. click of his tongue. "plan wouldn't work with me anyway."
