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Started April 04, 2019 by Deleted user

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"That's because I didn't want to interfere with your way of…questioning people. It may not be favorable on my part, but I do admit, it gets things done." Christine nodded.
"So, we're heading towards boardwalk then?"

Milo nodded, fiddling with the brass knuckles for a moment.
"Yeah, we are."
With that, he turned around and began walking again.

"Where's that smart-ass guy that I met a while ago? Because he sure as hell isn't in front of me, cooperating with a god-damned cop." Christine narrowed her eyes at him. She wasn't in a pissed off mood, she was just slightly concerned, and she showed it subtly.

"He left when I found out who fucking stole my dog, alright?" his voice had an edge to it, tired of all of the questions. "I'm co-operating with you because you fucking offered."

"Okay. Sorry." Christine's voice wasn't apologetic, but nor was it harsh.
(Timeskip? Unless you have any ideas?)

They made it to the boardwalk and Milo's fists clenched.
"Look for a skinny guy with blue hair. Fire up a couple of shots when you find him. He hates guns, and I'll be done before the police get here to investigate."

"Blue hair. Got it." Christine wandered a bit, gun in hand, as she looked around.
Upon finding what seemed to be the right person, she fired her gun in the air twice.
"Hey! Asshat! Stay where you are or I'll put a bullet through that pea-brain of yours!"

Milo was there in a flash, and the look in the guy's eyes showed that the two had previously met.
"Hey, Francis! I think you know what I'm here for," Milo said in an overly-cheerful voice.
Francis's eyes went wide as they fell on the brass knuckles. "O-oh shit."
"Oh shit is right."
Without hesitation, Milo pulled his fist back and slammed it into the solar plexus of the poor guy, knocking him to the floor. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DOG?"

He's being too harsh, he's being too harsh, he's being too harsh. If you talk to him about it, he'll yell at you. If you don't, you have to put up with this shit. I am so gonna regret this…
"Leave him the fuck alone. We came here for information, not a full-blown brawl. Next time I see that, expect another bullet in your head."

Milo completely ignored her, putting his foot on the sprawled-out Francis's chest. "I'mm not hearing you talk, little birdy."
"A-alright, alright! Johnny has him chained up in his storage facility!"
Milo, satisfied, walked up to Christene and grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the gun, pointig it agaist his head "Do it, then. I'm tired of the threats, 'cause it's just annoying at this point."

Shit. I didn't want this.
Christine bared her teeth, locking her eyes with Milo's. "I fucking hate you, you'd better know that," and she dropped the gun, letting it clatter on the ground.

"Good." He scooped the gun up and slipped it into his pocket. "This was the goal."
He began to walk off, most likely in the direction on Johnny's storage facility. Or Johnny's house. He was still playing with which idea sounded more fun.

Christine gaped at him. "You are an absolute ass!" She yelled, storming after him. "If you wanted the gun, you could've just asked. Asshole." She shoved him, not too harshly, but too rough to be considered playful.

"Do you see that smart-ass guy that you met a while ago yet?" he asked with a grin, slipping the brass knuckles from his fingers and back into his pocket.

"Oh, cram it already." Christine scoffed, frowning.

He turned around to look at her expression. "Look, if it helps, I knew you weren't gonna shoot me."

"I can't shoot someone unless they pose as a threat." Christine said, using that as an excuse. Maybe not a good one, but an excuse nevertheless.

"No, that's not the reasoning. It takes a special breed of fuckwads who can shoot someone while they're staring right at them. I close my eyes everytime, simply because I just can't watch. So," he said, turning around again. ""You wouldn't have shot me either way."

"And what makes you think I'm not a fuckwad? For all you know, I could be your enemy at this point. Not the person who stole your dog, but you do realize I could turn on you at any point, right?" Christine cocked an eyebrow, paying attention to where they were going.

"Good lord, how many times do I have to explain this?" He looked up at the sky, hoping to find something to calm his frustration. "You. Cannot. Kill. Me. It is physically impossible. I know this, 'cause I've tried to. A lot. So none of your bullshit threats matter, because they won't do anything."

"And I. Don't. Fucking. Care. Hell, you haven't even asked me why I helped you way back when!" Christine rolled her eyes. "Make sure you don't run into any poles this time."

"I actually did, and you told me it was because you had powers like me. Which i have still yet to see, unless it's the ability to be incredibly annoying." He crossed his arms.

"Yes. That's exactly the kind of powers I have." Christine said, sarcastic. "Seriously though, it isn't as useful as yours. Shoot me in the head, and you just killed a cop. Congrats."

"I'm very surprised I haven't yet," he admitted. "But still."

"Yes, because I am so very annoying." Christine rolls her eyes.
"Looks like we're almost there, if that blue-haired guy was correct."

Milo nodded, pulling the pistol from his pocket. "Just stand behind me if bullets start flying."