[-✘✘✘-] ;; His free hand got slapped against the girl’s cheek several times though not with any devastating force. It was more or less him telling her to keep her head in the game and that she wasn’t even allowed to throw some sass at him.
“Shut da fuck up ‘n les’ see ‘f ya can earn ‘m back firs’. Now put on tha’ shit ya ‘ad on befo’. ‘m not gunna ‘ave ya fuck m’clothes up.”
It was a long shot, but he waited nonetheless. It wouldn’t have been the first time someone was able to do that and when she obliged he simply turned his back on her, and pulled her up to his back by the chain. In order to make his way back to his apartment. He was just craving for that smoke right now.
ღ·¨·¨❝悲しみと憎しみ❞
“Okay, Masutā"
In a matter of seconds, the clothes that had previously melted away quickly began to mold back onto her body; the top, the skirt, and her gloves. They inevitably soaked up the blood and other bodily fluids he had forced out of her seconds prior.
When he lifted her onto his back, she eagerly wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs just at his waist and gave a strange purring sound, her chin resting on the crack of his neck while she gave gentle squeak each time he was too rough.
”It hurts~“
