The fuck was that? He's got reflexes and he's friggin' fast, but he ain't so fast he's invisible or nothin'. The fuck, the fuck, the fuck.
Magic? Maybe.
"Nice... save."
Fuck it: there's a million things people keep to themselves. So long as she ain't tried to kill him or nothin', it ain't his business, right?
Maybe. The menu serves as a distraction, even though he knows it by heart. He's gonna have his usual, but Sin don't know that. Over the edge of the coffee-stained curling plastic-coated page, his eyes flick to her, then flick back. Good thing he already likes her.
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Date: 2011-02-28 12:00 am (UTC)The fuck was that? He's got reflexes and he's friggin' fast, but he ain't so fast he's invisible or nothin'. The fuck, the fuck, the fuck.
Magic? Maybe.
"Nice... save."
Fuck it: there's a million things people keep to themselves. So long as she ain't tried to kill him or nothin', it ain't his business, right?
Maybe. The menu serves as a distraction, even though he knows it by heart. He's gonna have his usual, but Sin don't know that. Over the edge of the coffee-stained curling plastic-coated page, his eyes flick to her, then flick back. Good thing he already likes her.