๐๐๐ข๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐น๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข.
Ivy, there ainโt anyone who doesnโt want you. Figured youโd be annoyed by it.
Trust me. Size does matter.
Hmph.
Ainโt nobody big enough to pin me so canโt relate.
Why the fuck does everyone want pinned against a wall???
Happy fer ya, ya psycho.
โฆ whatever. Bring the food. Donโt care how I get โem, as long as I get to eat.
โฆhe doesnโt have to waste it.
Ugh. Fuck Valentineโs.
Yer insane, you know that?
(Insert a grumpy huff.)
I donโt know what that means.
If weโre not dating, why are you trying to be romantic?
WE AINโT DATING
โฆโฆโฆ.. did you hit yer head?
Why the fuck do you want to hand feed me?
And thatโs supposed to make me want him?
โฆ yeah.
If yer gonna annoy me, bring food next time.
Iโm too old for that shit. Besides, anyone into this (motions to himself) is insane.
I ainโt datinโ nobody.
โฆ hmph.
I shouldโve killed you when I had the chance.
THAT AINโT MY BOYFRIEND.
๐
Waylon shrugged, dropping the man who landed with a definitely-gonna-feel-that-in-the-morning THUD.
โFine by me. Iโm goinโ home.โ Not one for social norms or small talk, Waylon turned and began to walk away.
โSuit yerself. But if I show up at the station with somebody in my hands, theyโre gonna shoot first, ask questions never.
So Iโll carry him some of the way but then yer on yer own.โ
Waylon turns the man over, shaking him until the robberโs pockets emptied himself.
โYou want me to eat him? I donโt mind. Ainโt nobody gonna notice heโs gone.โ
+ coming to a stop next to the apparently capable street medic.
โYou okay?โ He asks plainly, reaching down and, with one hand, picking up the unconscious person.
God fucking damn it, why canโt anyone in this damn city stay out of trouble?!
Waylon ainโt fast, he knows that. But heโs going as fast as he can. When he sees the scene, a deep rumbling growl escapes his throat and his eyes lock onto the assailantโ.
Wait, itโs Rose. Waylon slows his charge, +
