@liraspins is back let's gooooo!!
At first, Arthur is watching from a distance. He's gnawing on a bit of jerky, casually leaned against a streetlamp as he watches the girl clamber into his truck, throw her dog in the back, and start to find a way to hot wire the damn thing. It's an old p8iece of junk and the inside smells of weed and nicotine, the back seat littered with clothes, empty bottles of water, towels, and other trash. There's a rucksack thrown in the bed of the truck that's packed with his belongings, though even that isn't very much--necessities. The things that mattered to him most he wouldn't ever leave in that truck unattended. The bracelet his sister had made him, still strung from his wrist--dirty and beat up from time. The picture of his mom tucked away in his wallet...His dad's trucker cap either firmly on his head or tied to a belt loop on the waist of his shitty jeans.
He lets her think she's got it, that she's going to get away with taking his truck because...Well, it's funnier that way. Besides, he recognises her and that's enough for him to want to teach her a lesson. Give her a good scare and remind her he's not her friend.
Silently, they make their way over to the truck, the empty bag of jerky tossed into the nearest trash can. Slow, lightweight steps against the pavement, dead silent despite the chunky old boots strapped to their feet. They lean against the side of the truck, standing over Lira from behind as they give it another moment. Then, suddenly, and without any warning, they speak up...
"What're ya doin'?" A bland question, asked with obvious rhetoric and a dry expression, waiting for her to jump out of her skin without revealing an ounce of emotion or amusement in xyr features. Xe's casual, so casual xe simply shuffles a cigarette out of a fresh box and sticks it between xyr lips while xe awaits the response.
