junkyardteen.

❛     think you’re real funny,  don’t’cha bugs ?     ❜     they’re cut from the same  blood - stained  cloth.    she noticed this a long time ago.    (    he speaks her language without even trying.     )     the mention of another  informant  gives her pause for thought,  but she picks up the speed of her gait and sidesteps in front of him shortly after.     ❛     what kinda debt are we talkin’ about ?    you  replacin’  me now ?     ❜

it’s been a while since she busted out the nickname,   and there’s a fleeting few seconds where things are as they should be.    got him under my thumb.    he rounds the corner to where his car is parked,   keys in hand,   narrowly avoiding a  collision  because she won’t quit circling.       ‘     you ain’t on the payroll no more,   li’l man.    don’t want you gettin’ involved in this shit.     ’       didn’t work out so well the last time.       ‘     i don’t  know  what kinda debt.    homeboy didn’t seem like the gamblin’ type    —    loan - sharking,   maybe.     ’