{ @unusualbeings }
“So how much are ya fuckin’ asking for, hmm?” Riley gazed down, her fingers fiddling with her wallet. She had more money were it came from but it didn’t matter at the moment how, and where she had gotten it from. The girl couldn’t afford healthcare nowadays, too many restrictions and if she stayed all in one place she’d cost a pretty penny or two. But then the entire world could find out where she was and whom she was, but that’s not something she wanted. Raising her bruised and blackened wrist, she sighed. Not the best fight she got into but at least she won but Riley hadn’t expected the swings and grips the other now (dead male) had. “Can you fix it or give it some some sort of instructions to make it look better let alone feel any damn better?” Riley didn't always follow instructions cause she was her own person but if this was something serious she'd have to grow up and listen.








