@orangeascot / you, too, could have a fresh, homemade starter for the low, low price of free.
it’s not a face she expected -- nor wanted -- to see again. she doesn’t recognize him immediately, but being captured and delivered neatly to the police leaves an impression. the charges hadn’t stuck, of course; the best thing about human nature is that people ALWAYS have wants, and something like a few dismissed cases is apparently a small price to pay in exchange for a blank check from the devil himself. or at least from his hot, earthly steward.
even with a clean slate, it had taken time to find a new city, a new batch of the desperate and willing -- and frankly she can’t help but be bitter that her plans were ruined by someone who had apparently spent far too much of his childhood dedicated to the home alone movies. ( seriously, who actually makes traps? )
the smart move would be to steer clear, and she does consider it, but if she were satisfied as a coward, she wouldn’t have needed the whole devil worship gig. instead she props herself in his way, fingers tucked down into the pockets of her shorts.
❝ you look like the kind of guy who drives a VAN and thinks it’s cool. ❞
