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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2015 17:31:26 GMT -5
"No, the point is to avoid getting questioned by the police. I'd rather drive around aimlessly than answer dumb ass questions from incompetent officers." Mark retorted sitting uncomfortably in his seat.
They drove and drove, and then they kept driving. The idol humming of the motor's engine filled the silence as the night drew on in a cold and isolated sensation. Mark looked over to Bambi who looked like she was just looking at the lines in the road pass underneath them. "I'm getting hungry, you want to get something to eat. There's a McDonalds coming up." He whispered to her, in an honest concern for her.
"I'm going to get us some food."
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Last Edit: Nov 15, 2015 14:51:28 GMT -5 by Deleted
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 14:50:15 GMT -5
Bambi simply rolled her eyes and laughed, leaning over and planting a kiss on the nervous man’s cheek before falling back into her seat to relax and let him drive her to get fast food. “You can buy me whatever you want Weather Man”
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Kevin and Peanut stayed and watched the GCPD and the crowds until the cops ordered all the bystanders to disperse or else get arrested on obstruction of justice charges. No one had to tell the pair twice and Kevin spun on his sneakers fast, marching them down the street back towards the duplex where they both resided.
The teen was sweating and nervous, one hand fumbling in his pocket at a zippo lighter he played with when his ADHD addled brain needed some subconscious thing to do with his idle hands. He looked down at the Pug, unable to read his expression, Kevin cleared his throat.
“Dond worry aboud it Kebin. Dis changes noffing. We got da money, we got my name cirgulading. Dat was da goal.” [Don’t worry about it Kevin. This changes nothing. We got the money, we got my name circulation. That was the goal]
Kevin groaned, wishing things hadn’t quite to shit so soon, they still owed Byron money but chances are they would have spent his share before he got out of jail. Tonight had just been a bad damn time.
“What’s next Mr.P?”
Peanut stayed silent for a moment, looking at the Gotham city-scape while he introspected; eventually he cast a side glance up at his nervous protege and honked. “We go get nappies”
Kevin just groaned again and hung his head in defeat.
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