[ the look she turns on him. is more than annoyed now; it's angry. ]
Are you pullin my leg here? [ her voice snaps, the cigarette in her fingers forgotten about, slowly burning down to the filter. ] I trusted you but I'm not some quivering waif looking to trust any bad mac who walks my path! [ she is absolutely steaming now, but she's trying her best to control her breathing so she doesn't completely lose it on samatoki. he might have promised not to kill her while they talk, but that doesn't include crimes of passion.
and anger is the most passionate crime of all. ] 'F you think I'm just gonna go crawlin around the underbelly after I get my sister back, then you're as stupid as you are handsome. All I want's Rose back, and you can take a walk off the docks for all I care after this is done.
[ Eyebrow ticking up, though whether it's amusement or something more incredulous is hard to decipher as he focuses on plucking out a new cigarette. He's sure that they're making an interesting pair of passengers for their cabbie, but he doesn't much care; has learned that plenty of them will turn a blind eye for a little extra cash and would rather keep their heads down than butt into something. But he doesn't give away their plans, what they saw, who he specifically works for - Roxy's father, either.
That's bit him in the ass one too many times.
Cigarette now down to the filter, Samatoki lets her anger stew in the backseat with him, around him, the kind of cold calmness that comes with clinical experience. ]
You say you're gonna get right back home once you get your sister out of this mess, then good. Stick to it. [ Reaching, he rolls down the window a little further to toss his burnt down cigarette out, replacing it between his lips with the unlit one. ] Go out, party, do whatever it is you glitzy rich kids do to get your rocks off. Pretty thing like you, I'm sure you've got a whole circle of people that'd miss you if you stayed in the thick of this bushwa.
[ As the car starts to reach their destination, he straightens up, replacing his cigarette pack and taking a look at the meter. He withdraws a billfold, plucking some cash out of it that's more than enough to cover everything and then some extra for silence. ]
But too many girls go missing, and it don't matter what side of town they're from. Don't wanna see your name in the papers for that.
[ every word out of his mouth makes her more and more angry, and her eyes narrow as she glares at him, waiting until they're both out of the taxi before she'll continue the conversation. a quick "thanks, mac" for the ride, and she hops out, taking another quick drag from her cigarette and turning on samatoki. ]
For your information, I work forty hours a week. I'm not a dewdropper livin on my father's money. I have a house, yeah, but that's all he's ever given me. [ she points her finger right on samatoki's chest and gets into his face, that fiery streak on full display now. ] I gotta work to upkeep it, pay it off, pay for food and whatever else Rose wants to bring home.
[ she takes a breath, another drag, and exhales through her nose. as she evens out her temper and her heart stops hammering between her ears, she realizes something, but roxy won't let him off the hook so easily so she pulls that anger back up by her heel straps and flicks her cigarette into a nearby trashcan. ]
And if you wanted to get all protective big brother on me, you don't have to be such a pill.
[ and with that, she's turning on her mary janes and storming down the path and into the park. ]
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Are you pullin my leg here? [ her voice snaps, the cigarette in her fingers forgotten about, slowly burning down to the filter. ] I trusted you but I'm not some quivering waif looking to trust any bad mac who walks my path! [ she is absolutely steaming now, but she's trying her best to control her breathing so she doesn't completely lose it on samatoki. he might have promised not to kill her while they talk, but that doesn't include crimes of passion.
and anger is the most passionate crime of all. ] 'F you think I'm just gonna go crawlin around the underbelly after I get my sister back, then you're as stupid as you are handsome. All I want's Rose back, and you can take a walk off the docks for all I care after this is done.
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That's bit him in the ass one too many times.
Cigarette now down to the filter, Samatoki lets her anger stew in the backseat with him, around him, the kind of cold calmness that comes with clinical experience. ]
You say you're gonna get right back home once you get your sister out of this mess, then good. Stick to it. [ Reaching, he rolls down the window a little further to toss his burnt down cigarette out, replacing it between his lips with the unlit one. ] Go out, party, do whatever it is you glitzy rich kids do to get your rocks off. Pretty thing like you, I'm sure you've got a whole circle of people that'd miss you if you stayed in the thick of this bushwa.
[ As the car starts to reach their destination, he straightens up, replacing his cigarette pack and taking a look at the meter. He withdraws a billfold, plucking some cash out of it that's more than enough to cover everything and then some extra for silence. ]
But too many girls go missing, and it don't matter what side of town they're from. Don't wanna see your name in the papers for that.
heh nice
For your information, I work forty hours a week. I'm not a dewdropper livin on my father's money. I have a house, yeah, but that's all he's ever given me. [ she points her finger right on samatoki's chest and gets into his face, that fiery streak on full display now. ] I gotta work to upkeep it, pay it off, pay for food and whatever else Rose wants to bring home.
[ she takes a breath, another drag, and exhales through her nose. as she evens out her temper and her heart stops hammering between her ears, she realizes something, but roxy won't let him off the hook so easily so she pulls that anger back up by her heel straps and flicks her cigarette into a nearby trashcan. ]
And if you wanted to get all protective big brother on me, you don't have to be such a pill.
[ and with that, she's turning on her mary janes and storming down the path and into the park. ]