@Uh.Yeah.I.Sure.HOPE.It.Does!
"Ya sure kid? I have some drinks back at my place if you want?"
"Ya sure kid? I have some drinks back at my place if you want?"
The corners of Maroon's mouth lifted in amusement, "No."
"You want some drinks, don't you."
Maroon was annoyed, "No."
"Suit yourself. I for one am bored of these idiotic goons. Wanna come back to my place?" (Should they be love interests, gradually like one of those things where you start by hating the person, then fall in love with them?)
(Maroon is incapable of love, but perhaps, devotion? Loyalty?)
(Yeah sure it's up to you)
Maroon nodded, wary, "My nobel prize can wait, I guess."
Ana smiles and takes his hand. He holds back but she drags him along anyway. "Not one for festivities are you?" She says as they walk towards her flat.
(Hello?)
"Nope." Maroon nodded.
"Hmm. Well that's fine. I'm not really in the mood anyway."
Maroon held his hand back, "Also, don't touch me."
Ana hesitates, then lets go. "Sorry."
Maroon smiled, "Thank you for apologizing."
Ana's mouth forms a grimacing frown. She curses herself under her breath for being so weak. "Nevermind that. We're here."
"What a nice building." Maroon said, balancing his headphones' music so it was just right.
"Thanks. I work hard on it." She smiled and ushered him into her fancily decorated flat. It was very modern but she hoped that he wouldn't be overwhelmed.
"It's so….luxurious." Maroon yawned, "Things are a waste of time. What does it matter when you die? What matters is the impact you leave on people's lives."
"Deep. I don't care about the things. I only care because they are my weapons. Do you understand?" She poured herself a glass of wine.
"I always do."
"And how does that work?"
"Who knows?"
"Wine?" She asked offering him a glass.
"No thanks." Maroon waved the glass away, "I don't drink alcohol."
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