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Spoons chucking chunks of bread at Scratch from atop a burned out building.
"Wha- what the fuck?"
Confused as Hell, Scratch grab some of the bread off the ground. Yep, that’s bread alright.
The Fiend glances up and sees Spoons. Staring for a silent minute, he fights the desperate urge to fall apart laughing. The tremor around his lips shows it’s a losing battle.
“WHY ARE YOU THROWING BREAD! YOU’RE WASTING IT!”
Scratch cannot help but smile and laugh.
"Wanna play chauffeur while I go shopping? I'll make it worth ya while~ 🎵💛"
{ Spoons just said the magic words. Giddy and grinning, Roth waltzed over towards the passenger door and opened it. Expressing his showman style, Roth presented Spoons her ride. The inside of the cab seemed cleaner. More put together. }
“Madame. Your carriage awaits you.”
{ Greed certainly was the way to his good graces. Roth grinned, imagining those souls already in his pocket. Drinking money. He already knew some stores for Spoons to shop at. }
“Wanna hit up Hellfire Fashion? I heard the dresses there are to kill for. Figuratively, speaking. Figuratively.”
She's right behind him, isn't she?
"Ten-hut!"
Anyone else would have earned a blistering tear down from Ares. He was not fond of being snuck up on.
Spoons however, was not just anyone. She was a friend.
Slightly startled, the ghoul turned around and grinned with a warmth rarely shown.
“Spoons! It’s been some time I’ve seen you. Also, don’t think I wasn’t aware of your presence.”
Ares jested.
🐱 - Do you have any pets?
I have a German Shepard named Shiloh. She’s a good dog, always happy and smiling. Shiloh was a rescue and needed some good, honest care.
She’s pretty old right now, kinda kooky but still smiling.
What’s in your pocket?
“Wha- Oh that.”
For a split second, Roth’s gutter mind assumed something else.
But, uh, no she was asking about what was actually in his pocket. Roth reached in and grabbed it.
It was a doll. A doll that suspiciously looked like Adam.
“Just a little voodoo doll of Adam Had this one made up, special order and all that. Shame actually . . it doesn’t work.”
Roth’s eyes linger on the doll. Granted, he wasn’t positive it doesn’t work. I mean . . it’s possible. Then again, Adam was divinely protected. Black Magic cannot reach him. Roth needed something . . . personal of his to have any effect.
“Now! You might be wondering why I’m carrying around a defunct doll of Adam. Well . . . I uh . . . cannot answer that question. "
Don't mind Spoons; she's just banging out a tune on Ares' helmet. While he's wearing it.
Ares was very, very patient. Ever stoic, he allowed very few problems to trouble him. He practiced forbearance, restraint and discipline. He was a man of iron.
Yet this . . . this was what broke the camel’s back. Spoons treating his helmet, HIS HEAD, as a bongo drum. This will not do. This must end.
Reaching up ( and behind ), Ares grabs her hands and held them. His grip was tight, but careful. After all, he lies Spoons and doesn’t desire to hurt her. Just to instruct her.
“Spoons, I like you. You’re very, very nice to be around. But . . . and I’m asking politely.”
Letting her go, he turned around. The red spectacles of his riot helmet stared up at her.
“Stop. That. Now.”
Emphasizing each word.
24. for a lazy starter
Nothing to do; nothing to do it to.
Yawning, there wasn’t much to rouse his tired shape. Morning came late. Scratch went to bed wearing his “sleeping clothes”. Just his pants and his old ratty shirt that said “DARE” in red letters.
The Fiend scratched his neck, his eyes glancing upward. Today, he wanted for nothing. He wanted to just stay in and take the day off. No going out to steal someone else’s living.
He just wanted to stay in and rest. Besides, he wanted to make time for the other sins. Sloth was the sin of today.
He’s in the chicken now, the place was a mess. He’s eating dried bighorner jerk, dried dread and water for drink. He’s eating good compared to the rest of hungry mouths in South Vegas.
Men will, would and have killed for such feasts.
A knock at the door got him nervous, a tinged paranoid. Grabbing his gun, he spies out the peephole. Dogs and Cats, it was Spoons.
Tucking his gun away, he opened the door and greeted her.
“Why, Spoons. You’re sight a for sore eyes.”
"I could bring ya a burger," the android grinned.
Eyes light up, Roth grinned and nodded his head. He liked that idea. His stomach agreed to that idea.
“Hey, sure thing. I’ll pay you back later.”
He must admit, he rather liked Spoons. She’s friendly, among offer shinning qualities.
“Better yet, how about we get some burgers. Y’know, a dinner date.”
