“ – yeah, I know about bad places.” He was convinced they weren’t talking about the same type of bad place, but it gave him something to say, while his mind still raced, wondering who she was or what had happened to her. He also wasn’t a big fan of the silence, ringing in his own ears too loudly. Nothing against her not saying a word. Nothing against the ACTUAL silence hanging in the air. It was more the metaphorical lack of real answers that would, one day, manage to drive him into madness. Right now, however, he could still TALK – saying anything just to shut the voice in his head up for a moment, while he pulled the wallet out of his pocket. She had tried to stop him and that – didn’t make him suspicious; more so, it made him wonder even more. Who was she? Why did she not want to accept money, when it was something she needed, and he had still more than enough of it.
“– first thing, you buy yourself whatever candy you like best. Sounds like a plan as good as any, right? Some chocolate? A huge back of chips, if you’re not into the sweet things? And then – some new clothes? Some cheap phone, that you can get used to?” He had opened the wallet and, to his own surprise, he still found some cash. A few hundred dollars. Left there either by Pepper or by Happy, who was tired of having to pay for things whenever places didn’t except card. He’d have to ask them later, if he remembered it.
For now, his attention went back to MISS MYSTERY – and the rolled up dollar bills were held out for her to take. “You know, you make it sound like you’re being hunted down by the mafia or something like that. I don’t live my life CAREFUL, but why should I go ‘round and tell people I just handed a few hundred dollars in cash to a stranger without expecting anything in return? People could start thinking I’m actually not that selfish – that I have an actual heart – or that I’ve actually lost my mind now. I haven't. Don't worry.” | @desafia FROM HERE.
