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"Whys that?"
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[i]"I was joking, dumbass"[/i] [b]She looks over at him[/b]
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"Hey man, with my status, I can't afford to assume it's jokes"
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[i]"Then lighten up a bit, take that stick out of your ass for starters"[/i]
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"That's why I've got the cigar, trying to lighten up"
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[i]"Mhmm"[/i]
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"So, any reason you're trying to steal my shit?"
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[i]"Boredom, following you wasn't exactly the most entertaining thing"[/i]
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"Well I take it arguing with me is more fun?"
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"Somewhat"
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"Still better than no"
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[b]She shrugs[/b] [i]"Hey, it atleast doesn't mean I hate you"[/i]
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"So the pretty Irish lady doesn't hate me either, 2 good things in one conversation"
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[i]"And howd you find out I'm Irish?"[/i]
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"I can hear the accent clear as day" [spoiler]...And I read the other interactions to get a feel for the character [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]kek[/spoiler] [i]"Well, that's creepy"[/i]
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"What, that your accent is clear? You can hear my accent, yeah?" [b]He asks with a heavy texan accent [/b]
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[i]"Eh, not really"[/i]
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"Well then, I guess you've hearing problems. Want a cigar?" [b]He asks, pulling one from his jacket pocket[/b]
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"I can hear fine, and no, I don't smoke"
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"Suit yourself" [b]He says, pocketing it. [/b]"well, I'm s very busy man, and terrorist organizations don't try to repair their own reputations. I'll be on my way" [b]He says, walking past you and out the alleyway[/b]
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[b]She watches him go, and then turns and leaves herself[/b]
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((End))