05-21-2020, 02:47 AM
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when charlie arrived here, he wasn't interested in making friends— not because he didn't want to, although now he'd persist that he didn't care— but it's just that he hadn't the time for it. charlie wasn't about trios, or even duos. he wasn't relatively good on sharing currency, or even credit. maverick, however, didn't care about that. she stumbled her way into his life with persistence that that left charlie exasperated. eventually— he thought— she'd go away, but he here to was five years later attempting to follow his trial as she always seemed to do.
you would be the one with the tears, ya big softy. charlie almost laughed. almost. he didn't want to give maverick that satisfaction, though, so instead he rolls his eyes. "only in your dreams." sure, he felt a tad bit sad about it; but he'd never admit that to her. maybe not even to himself, it was annoying to admit. what else would you expect, wilde? he thought. she's been a constant in your life since you arrived here. could even say she was a friend. charlie's grimaced slightly. yeah. definitely not saying that out loud.
as always, maverick stands her ground insisting that she could handle convicts. sometimes she really did overestimate herself and god, it was annoying. charlie amused her, as he always did, though. biting the inside of his mouth, eyes scanning the scenery to insure no one else was listening in on her glorified defense and finally she finished, finally, charlie sighed, once more, with silent exasperation before saying the words he always found himself saying, "okay."
he had a reason, though. they still had to walk a good fifteen minutes under suspicion and undetected. this wasn't like the silly little biddings in town, where they could easily be home by nightfall. there was a chance that if they got caught, they'd be in trouble. and once a they passed, there was an even bigger chance neither were coming back. while he had thought this through, as he always had, maverick was more impulsive. she wasn't there for the befores, only the afters.
charlie began to trek through the quiet city, his hands grasping onto the strap of his duffel bag. "we're going to a place you've never been to, blondie." he says intently, eyes flickering towards the shorter individual beside him. "chances are that if we're caught, we're dead. but even if we're not caught, we might be dead so if that doesn't sound exhilarating to you then you might as well go back home and get back to bed... not that I'm not trying to convince you otherwise." there. he sees a shadow of someone, presumably night watch, cruising down the street. his initial plan was to look like he belonged there, hoped questions wouldn't be raised. but with maverick, that wouldn't be so easy.
he tugs lightly on maverick's shirt, drawing her along with him to the nearest alleyway, breath hitching in his throat. when the watchman passes, his eyes are back on a girl who he hopes has a change of heart. "i'll even walk you."
when charlie arrived here, he wasn't interested in making friends— not because he didn't want to, although now he'd persist that he didn't care— but it's just that he hadn't the time for it. charlie wasn't about trios, or even duos. he wasn't relatively good on sharing currency, or even credit. maverick, however, didn't care about that. she stumbled her way into his life with persistence that that left charlie exasperated. eventually— he thought— she'd go away, but he here to was five years later attempting to follow his trial as she always seemed to do.
you would be the one with the tears, ya big softy. charlie almost laughed. almost. he didn't want to give maverick that satisfaction, though, so instead he rolls his eyes. "only in your dreams." sure, he felt a tad bit sad about it; but he'd never admit that to her. maybe not even to himself, it was annoying to admit. what else would you expect, wilde? he thought. she's been a constant in your life since you arrived here. could even say she was a friend. charlie's grimaced slightly. yeah. definitely not saying that out loud.
as always, maverick stands her ground insisting that she could handle convicts. sometimes she really did overestimate herself and god, it was annoying. charlie amused her, as he always did, though. biting the inside of his mouth, eyes scanning the scenery to insure no one else was listening in on her glorified defense and finally she finished, finally, charlie sighed, once more, with silent exasperation before saying the words he always found himself saying, "okay."
he had a reason, though. they still had to walk a good fifteen minutes under suspicion and undetected. this wasn't like the silly little biddings in town, where they could easily be home by nightfall. there was a chance that if they got caught, they'd be in trouble. and once a they passed, there was an even bigger chance neither were coming back. while he had thought this through, as he always had, maverick was more impulsive. she wasn't there for the befores, only the afters.
charlie began to trek through the quiet city, his hands grasping onto the strap of his duffel bag. "we're going to a place you've never been to, blondie." he says intently, eyes flickering towards the shorter individual beside him. "chances are that if we're caught, we're dead. but even if we're not caught, we might be dead so if that doesn't sound exhilarating to you then you might as well go back home and get back to bed... not that I'm not trying to convince you otherwise." there. he sees a shadow of someone, presumably night watch, cruising down the street. his initial plan was to look like he belonged there, hoped questions wouldn't be raised. but with maverick, that wouldn't be so easy.
he tugs lightly on maverick's shirt, drawing her along with him to the nearest alleyway, breath hitching in his throat. when the watchman passes, his eyes are back on a girl who he hopes has a change of heart. "i'll even walk you."
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