"As far away from the city, apparently. I don't think they police will be as stupid as that guy and think they did that to each other."
Again, he needed to gogogogo, but still he waited for her response. She obviously wasn't normal. THe thought of another mutant made him a lot more excited than he'd like to admit.
"They technically did," she reasoned as she came closer, presumably to take up his offer, "By attempting to kill you, they brought their fate upon themselves—in this case, it happens to be death." She shrugged, then looked to him with a slightly tilted head. "Rasha. You?"
She wouldn't say she was accepting the offer, but it was clear when she offered her name and asked for his. If they were parting ways, the exchange of names would've been pointless.
"Rip," he responded immediately more out of habit then anything else. "Nice to meet you."
He started the car and shut the door, waiting patiently for her to get into the passenger seat. Kaz beat on the steering wheel, frowning at the fact he was already lying to her after maybe 15 minutes of knowing her.
(Have I given you the backstory for my profile picture?)
(uh, no, you haven't)
(I cosplayed as Uncle Sam for a Comic Con and my friend took a picture of me just as my other friend punched me in the dick)
Rasha hummed as she rounded to the passenger side, opening the door and ducking inside. "We'll see about that," she said when she got settled, eyes darting around and through the different windows. Always searching, always processing information, as her mother had taught her.
(ouch. Friends are so brutal, but I mean, perfect timing on the photographers part?)
He craned his neck as he back up, frowning at the sound of a smushed head under tires.
"Kaz," he blurted out as he shifted the car into drive and pulled out of the neighborhood. "My name's Kaz. I don't know why I lied right there. Became a habit, I guess."
((pffft. Aunt Fanny all the way))
((Okay, two things, because why not. Best way to say goodbye? C'est la vie, adios, good riddance, fuck you! Second thing? Imma throttle a bitch if they don't move that goddamn deer. I'm tired of walking outside and smelling death.))
(…..I'm confused)
She shrugged as she fixed her gaze onto Kaz. "Doesn't matter much to me, as long as I have a name to call you by should I ever need to." She tugged at her gloves without taking them off, the leather getting just a bit stuffy for her taste, but the need to keep it on stronger than the need to take off the gloves and jacket.
((I'm going to assume you mean the deer part. There was a dead deer on the corner of the road just across from my house, and my mom called it in to have it removed. Nadda. It just sat there and rotted. Then it was moved, eventually, but to the other corner in the ditch, still rotting and still by my house. If that's their idea of 'removing' it, then they're either assholes, lazy, idiots, or all three))
(imao)
"What were you doing in this neighborhood, anyways?" he asked, glancing over at the girl in his passenger seat. "It's not the nicest place, in case you haven't noticed."
(Ngl, the fact I'm not in your bio disappoints me)
"And I'm not the nicest person, in case you haven't noticed." She tilted her head, then amended her words. "Well, you probably haven't, seeing as you haven't seen what part of me would be considered 'not nice.' But beyond that, I could ask you the same thing." She rose a white brow in his direction.
(oh, what? Me mentioning Crocs?)
(Yes, big sad)
(They and I talk, like, all the time, for one (hence the soul bro part, which they put in their bio as well), and secondly, I ran out of room.)
He shrugged, slowing down as he approached a stoplight. "A man's gotta eat, and I have a particular set of skills that bring me a lot of money. Does create a few enemies, though."
(I'm joshing you, broski. I know I disappeared for, like, 3 months and let qll of our rp's die)
((nah, you're good. Had I not have a restriction on characters, I would mention you, as you and Crocs are probably my only friends on here—well, at all, really))
(Oh, shtop it, you got friends outside of us)
((not really. I've been bad with making friends to begin with, and recently, what little I had have been dropping like flies, mostly because I'm fed up with their petty drama and just. loosing connection?))