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"This seems familiar."
Leo rolled his eyes irritatingly at the other “Probably because we’ve passed this place twice now.”
He shifted a bit in the passenger seat trying to get comfortable. He’d somehow been roped into taking a road trip with Suga but it seems like the other doesn’t even know where he’s going. They passed that same billboard at least twice now if now more. They were driving in circles and he was close to wanting to kick the other out and take over driving.
"I thought you knew where you were going?" he complained as he yawned and closed his eyes "wake me up if we ever get there."
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The higher-ups had sent him a message, earlier, telling him this kid had some information they wanted and he was to get it at any cost. And so, after going to look for said person, he had found where the boy was living and had stormed into the house, pushed the boy against the wall and put a dagger to his throat. The boy’s reaction was a normal on given the circumstances, so Sho didn’t make a case of it. “You have some information I need and you have two options. You give it to me and I’ll go away no harm done or you don’t and I’ll cut your hands and take your hard drives anyway. Your choice.”
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
“Art.”
Jinah laughs at the clearly annoyed expression on Suga’s face as he snatches the rolled up joint in her hands and throws it into the dirty alleyways of the city. There’s a can of red spray paint in her hands and a camera in the other; her hairs tied back and her clothes are stained with the wayward paint that the wind sometimes blows back. She thinks it makes her look more artistic – but she’s stoned, so what does she know.
She should be mad that the hacker boy had thrown her last supply of weed onto the grimy streets of oblivion, but a smile lights her face as she reaches down and hands him a blue can of spray paint instead.
“Want to join me?”