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vassily-seesinred:

Ah. So you’re stuck with colouring in because Daddy wants you in the house? I’m kidding, I’m teasing. It was a bit of surprise what happened there, they had a rat problem. A big one.

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Would you like me to bring you back a souvenir?

Shut up, city boy. I knew they had a rat problem too but no, I had to watch it all and now look. We’re all dealing with their infestation. Cryin’ shame.

Souvenir? Would I ever, mister! 

zacharie-howe:

Mm hm. [He takes out one wad and starts flipping through it a bit just to check it.] Call me.

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Oh.. pft, yeah. That’ll happen. 

Oh, you were serious?

(Source: Spotify)

vassily-seesinred:

The elements don’t bother me. I was just lamenting. I do. It’s been in the works for months. How active have you been? There’s plenty of work, you just need to ask the right people.

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I’m picky. Jake wants me closer to him now than ever since the feds came down on the Rosalin’s the other day. I’ll be the one taking heat for everything, after all. He’s just a big worry wart. I’m just bored. Blah bloody blah. 

I’ll just have to live vicariously through you until the heats off. 

zacharie-howe:

Nah, son. I didn’t pull you down this alley. You hopped the fence to get in the pen with the lions and now you want to cry when they bit you. ‘S not my fault your mama didn’t raise you right.

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I guess it’s a good thing pseudo relationships can’t pay pretty prostitutes’ bills. But this five grand should go pretty far, shouldn’t it?

My mum? What are you even goin’ on ‘bout mate? {Niko scoffs a laugh and shakes his head. Prostitutes often were junkies and junkie’s minds were never all there. He had to remind himself of that.} Alright mate. Enjoy the cash. Nice doin’ business wif’ ya’ or whatever. 

zacharie-howe:

You don’t want to be reminded you’re an income source, but feel the need to call cute boys whores. Now that, that’s sad. If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen, baby.

Your “sorry” isn’t gonna make me feel better, whether you meant it or not. You know what’s gonna make me feel better? Stuff. Food and clothes and big televisions! I’m making this a new rule, I think. If you do me wrong and you want me to forget about it, you’d better put the cash in the pot, ‘mate’.

To be fair… I’m not used to purchasing my sex. I’m more used to shacking up wif’ it after a night of drinking in the club. But whatever, mate. I’ll survive. I just gave you five grand for a sore face. That’s considered mugging here in New York. 

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I’ll keep my TV and clothes for the pretty boys I date, thanks. Prostitutes aren’t worth a pseudo relationship. No matter how pretty they are. 

vassily-seesinred:

I have a job lined tomorrow. I enjoy the rain as well, just not when it makes things more difficult than it needs to be.

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Just not a man of the elements I guess. S’all good. You got a job tomorrow? All I can grab is some forging jobs an’ it’s no secret I’m shit wif’ paper an’ pen. 

zacharie-howe:

Emotional distress, defamation of property…breach of unspoken contract, all that fun stuff, you know how it goes. [Zach wrinkled his nose.] No, baby, I’m not bitter about you making me moan. Come on, now.

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[Zach let his head fall back and laughed.] Oh yes you did, you meant that. It’s fine. You don’t owe me any explanations, you don’t owe me skin, nice words, none of it. Just cash. Just cash, now. [He shrugged.] How’s Vass—‘he alright?

I actually didn’t mean it.. but since it’s just cash. Got what you want. I don’t see a point to sit here and be reminded I’m an income source. Have a nice night. 

Vass? Vassily? He’s fine I guess?