the mun swears it's for a good cause, really.

[takemyarm]

Right, then.

Congratulations on making a real good mess, mate.

Don't be lookin' at me. This is your cock up. You wrote me. Coulda made a good one. Could 'ave made me proper like, girls and such, right job.

What's your obsession with broken things, aye? Should get checked out some time. Not right in the 'ead, methinks.

Don't be givin' me more conflict for your arsewash screenplay.

...

Blast, you made me a history. Don't say I didn't tell you, aye? You just put an unstable criminal in yer head.

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[blueherring]

Hey hey hey buddy, don't be all set to call yourself a mess, I mean it.

[She's seen it all... and done most of it. And the stuff she hasn't, she's got a good enough head to imagine.]

[takemyarm]

What you know ov it?

[ He doesn't mean to sound defensive over his own self degradation but some bird comin' in here tellin' him he ain't a mess is really not something that happens. ]

[blueherring]

My brother's a ganglord.
I think I know fucked when I see it.

[She bit her lip to hide a grin-- prepare for an attempt at his accent...]

....Chap.

[takemyarm]

That right? [ It was a good try. Brings a smile to his face at least. ]

Good run wiv the chap, luv. Well on your way to bein' an easterner.

[blueherring]

Haha! You think so? Or are you buttering me up? My ego's big.

[Another gentle joke, considering it wasn't a good accent at all. She hardly knew this guy, but she knew the type. She thought she did at least.]

My name's Kat.
But you can call me princess. Everyone does.

[takemyarm]

Like a good ego but I don't see your tiara, princess. [ What type was that? The kind that stuffed the gaping hole of their heart with chancing and drugs? You'd be right if that was your guess. ]

Caper [ he offers his name and a hand ] You in wiv your brotha?

[blueherring]

[She smiled wide, placing her hand in his, formally. Less of a handshake. She was expecting him to kiss her hand.]

You'll get to if you keep it up.

[Those were the exact type. But most importantly, good somewhere inside.]

Yeah. Along with my sister and a few others.
They're chill. Not as nice as me, but they're okay.

[takemyarm]

[ Dangerous territory, that. He grins a bit at her hand though. Oh, she did have an ego. When's the - never mind that, actually. Its always the woman that hooks him not the other way around. Try as he might to make it seem that way. He was just some dumb bloke who looks scary and kind of weird. Not that he can't actually be incredibly dangerous but his nature is rebellion not, well, murder and that. Let'snot get in to it though.

He'll oblige. He'll even get on one knee for ya. ]

What kind ov princess get's on with ragtag criminals?

[blueherring]

The pretty and bored kind.

[She beams at how he gets on one knee though. It wouldn't be the first time. Kat was all about adventure and recklessness. Usually she was a package-- vivid red lipstick, cateye eyeliner, pressed curls and a perfect wardrobe to show off the beautiful tattoos that ran up and down her body.

But for now, all she had was some stupid long sleeved shirt and some ratty jeans with boots. Oh well. Y' can't be drop dead gorgeous everywhere you go, even if you're street royalty.]

You've got plans of going anywhere... 'Chap'?

[She accented the 'P' in chap, And it's settled. She's devised a nickname.]

[takemyarm]

[ She is very quickly climbing his interest latter. Not that he didn't appreciate style but look at 'em. He liked bedhead and two day old smudged eyeliner. Waking up in a mess of sheets to your girl stumbling along forgettin' where she put 'er knickers. He'd be stunned at her get up, not about to lie, but he likes how she looked now. Rough 'round the edges. ]

Free agent am I. Thinkin' you've somethin' in mind. [ He straightens back up. Well, he's never had a different nickname than Caper. Been called Chappy though back in the U of K. ]

[blueherring]

I think so.

[She tapped her chin once-- humming in thought.]

Have a place with a few others. We're fixin' it up. Noice n' propah.

[She really enjoys his accent.]

[takemyarm]

That right?

Well you're in luck, see. I'm real good wiv me 'ands, luv. Been itchin' ta get 'em on the job.

[ That could be taken in many ways if one was knowledgeable in the slangs. ]

[blueherring]

[She isn't stupid. It makes her smile.]

Hehe.
You've got a way with words.
You better be good with your tongue too, or you'll get it pulled out, as per my orders.

[But it's more teasing and cheerful than mean and aggressive. She ruffles up her curls and tilts her head.]

[takemyarm]

[ He sticks his tongue out, pushing the piercing between his lips for a second. Because he is super classy. ]

Come off it, now. You'll get me all red talkin' like that.

[blueherring]

Didn't know the man was easy to fluster.

[She cooed. But there was definitely a laugh.]

Come around, alright?
I'll give you my number if you have a phone.

[takemyarm]

[ He's not but he figures with her laugh that she's caught on to how he uses sarcasm by now. ] Too old for cell's luv, but lookit 'ere.

[ He does actually. It's just uh. He doesn't know where it is right now. Won't be hard for him to swipe a new one though. Anyway, he pulls out a pen from his back pocket and turns over his hand. ]

Got a spot reserved right on me arm for ya.

[blueherring]

[When she takes his hand to write, it's clear that whatever it was about her smelled incredibly sweet. Like candy. Even after she scribbled her number on his hand in curly font, his hand would be lingering with the sweet, candy-like smell. She'd slip the pen right back into his hand...

Her smile couldn't fade.]

Hope it's reserved only for me and not every princess you meet.

[takemyarm]

[ Well, you've successfully roped him in. Congratulation. ]

Cross me 'art. [ He slides the pen back into his pocket and gives a bow. ] Reckon I'll see you about then, your majesty.

[blueherring]

Probably.
I'm usually out and about. If you really wanna find me, you won't have to look too hard.

[She had a singsong appeal to her, walking in a clumsy circle around him before she turned to walk backwards away, waving at him.]

Bye bye, Chap~