Air Shakur

“ You said you wanted me to rip out your throat if I got in trouble. . . Am I supposed to just spit it out after? “ — she is also just as confused trying to understand if it was her who misread the situation or not —

“ I'm not trying to get arrested for consensual cannibalism and yeah sure why not it’ll be fun taking you on a cute date before everything happens. “ — she twists the ciggerette a few times before removing it and flicking it into one of the trash cans —

“ If you can get permission from a doctor or somethin’ it's a date. “ — Shakur totally isn't considering using him as a personal ashtray now just to see how much she can get away with —

If I get punished for this I’m going to rip your throat out with my teeth. — Huff, with a quick tap or two the excess ash lands on his neck before she presses the cigarette out using his left cheek just above his jawline. —

Anywhere in particular you want it? — She takes another drag from her cigarette before blowing it in his face just for her own amusement. —

Uhhhhh. . . Fuck it if that’s what you’re into c’mere

Her most consistent form of income isn’t Fine Motion neet bux or races but actually selling information to Digitan. Fanfics need to be as accurate as possible after all

Apparently Shakur’s outfit was deemed too risqué to be allowed at the Tracen Academy Halloween event. Fucking prudes

If it was permitted she would give the cafeteria workers the biggest sloppiest kiss possible for loading her plate up like this.