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[srgeon]

monty gimme shopping money : ( please i'm cute

          it’s some sort of attraction - maybe a bit of sexual tension , maybe he just likes the looks of her ; either way , there’s something there that isn’t emotional.  but monty’s used to this behavior , used to being asked similar questions ( but all by the same girl ) and he can’t help but to . . . comply.

          his right hand immediately reaches inside his nice grey suit coat to pull his wallet from within.  thumbs pry it apart and fingers dig inside to pull out a few crisp hundred dollar bills.  “ you know the drill , ” brows raise.  he pulls the hand containing the cash back away from her for a moment , “ no spending it on anyone but yourself or no telling what might happen to a pretty girl like you. ”

[hitline-a]

“ i tended to not feel things, for a long time i was good at it. ” : )

          they usually don’t talk like this - but there are times when things are better said than dwelled upon.  jacket’s a decent listener ; he sits quietly , keeps his attention where attention is due , and sometimes comments when he feels the need.  respectful.  but only to her.

          nonetheless , he nods in agreement.  he knows that ache all too well - the attempt to suppress feelings after the losses he faced in MIAMI.  jacket drags himself away from reminiscent memories to instead focus on the present.  a little forgetting never hurt anyone.  “ me too , ” voice is quiet , a bit raspy.  it tends to lose its way at the end of the day sometimes after using nothing but the cassettes to speak.  “ but do you feel something now . . . ? ”

[hitkills]

“ if we can’t get rid of him, we have to get rid of us. ”

“Woman—” Tony started and slowly looked over, twisting his face incredulously. “That don’t fuckin’ make a lick of sense. You either kill the cocksucker or you don’t. There’s no inbetween.”

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[crossbolt-blog]

‘ did you hang up on me just now? ’ // are u ready to mcfuckin die

          what does he say ?  he doesn’t exactly have a death wish ( especially not from a woman nearly half his size - which is still , unfortunately , rather shocking ) , and he’s not able to make up a convincing story that fast ( despite his history in being a good liar ) ; what is he left with ?

          the phone is tightly held to his ear , eyes glancing as if she could be standing anywhere ; watching.  brows furrow , lips pressing to a thin line and pursing a bit to the right.  bowie finally sighs , shakes his head to somewhat reassure himself , “ connection’s kinda shitty out here.  not my fault the call got cut. ”

[hitline-a]

cuddle me : (

          he’s sitting on the couch beside her - but only inches away.  jacket’s attention is turned to his phone for the moment , until she speaks , and then it’s given to her as a quiet glance from the corner of his eye.  he says nothing , only pockets the device and scoots a bit closer , right arm reaching with the tiny wiggle of his fingers as he pulls her closer.  it’s nice . . . until he focuses all of his weight in her direction , “ okay. ”

[crossbolt-blog]

balances her chin atop intertwined fingers and bats her lashes. ' i could break you. '

          they don’t ‘ hang out ’.  what they do is tolerate one another long enough to stay in the same room for more than an hour or two and then they go their separate ways and do it again later.  bowie tries to never provoke her - attempts to bite his tongue and keep his rather crude comments to himself because the size of that boyfriend of hers ( the weird , quiet guy who usually just follows her around ) and the size of him do not mix.  the man’s self-aware ; he knows when it’s time to stop. 

          usually.

          but what she says is unexpected.  his attention was turned away prior - probably to the television in the corner of the room - but snapped quickly to her when his ears caught her voice.  brows furrow , the uncertainty painfully evident on his face , “ what ? ”

[crossbolt-blog]

hey bestie can i see your tattoos ://

          “ well , look at you - finally coming to terms with the fact that hey , maybe i’m not that bad a guy , ” it’s clear he’s taking a lot of pride in that question being asked.  right hand raises to tug at the hooded collar of his jacket , the zipper popping down a notch or two as it’s pulled away , “ but uh . . . if you got any . . . ” shoulders rise and fall in a shrug.  bowie takes a few minutes to look her over - head to toe.  “ i’ll show you mine if you show me yours. ”

[hitline-a]

that's a spicy chicken tender

sorry i don’t LIKE chicken.