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Az blinks, “Um. . . Yeah.” He looks at the ground, kicking the toe of his boot into the dirt.
Az blinks, “Um. . . Yeah.” He looks at the ground, kicking the toe of his boot into the dirt.
"I dont beleive you, Id rather test that theory" he pulled out his knife.
Az blinks and grabs his arm, “No.”
He glares at Carmen, "im not against hurting you"
Az sighs, “You’re not hurting anyone here, Tyler.” He levels an even look at him.
"Tyler? Im sorry do I look like a Tyler?" He had lost himself at this point.
Az moves forward, his green eyes hard, “Right now, you’re fucking Tyler. Because you’re not going to kill anyone. You’re not going to be Trickster, you’re going to be Tyler.”
"You dont control me" he pulled his arm away. "You are just some kid who thinks they can trick me, guess what, you cant trick the Trickster" he laughed maniacally.
Az payses then then tilts his head, “Fine. Let’s play a game. You seem to like those. If I win, you listen to me for the night, if you win, you get to kill Jackie.”
"Yes, lets play" he had a gleam in his eyes.
“What is. . . My favorite pass-time activity?” He asks, looking at the other, his hand on his hip.
"How many hints do I get?" He tilts his head.
“Three.” He responds.
"Hmm what do you do for a living?" He tapped the knife on his chin.
Az smiles, “I make digital art, and sell it online.”
"Hmm and where do you live?" He grins.
“An apartment complex in the city with my boyfriend.”
"You have a boyfriend?" He blinked, slightly shocked, confused, and disappointed.
“Is that your third question?” He asks.
"Whose your boyfriend?" He glared.
“Is that your third question?” Az repeats. “We’re still playing the game.”
"Yes! Tell me!" He holds the knife threateningly.
He sighs, “Just this guy. . . Micheal.”
"Where can I find him?"
“This has nothing to do with guessing my favorite pass-time activity.”
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