╱ 𝐛𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝐛𝖚𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖞

ᅠᅠᅠ 𝔠𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝔭𝔢𝔫, 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿. 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐧 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒. 𝘵͟𝘪͟𝘮͟𝘦͟ 𝘵͟𝘰͟ 𝘸͟𝘰͟𝘳͟𝘬͟. ᅠᅠᅠ

My dates always go so well…

browsing a second—hand bookstore. the old lady behind the counter seems rather enamoured with her tattoos.

ᅠᅠᅠ #𝕾𝖊𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖞 . . . ᅠᅠᅠ

oh. ohhhhh— you’re hitting on me??

🤨

then why are you drooling??

are you tryna eat him or something?

please don’t drool on the crime scene

please warn me in future when your… messes… have metal rods in their body. I broke a cleaver today. I’m upset about it.

clearing her throat and making a pointed effort to look out the other window. “you know when I said change so I could get rid of the evidence? I didn’t mean right here. now I’m going to have to clean my car and* the scene.”

why would destroying her bedroom help her move in with you? that’s fucked up logic. also it’s all paid for with solovyov money. they’ll still be pissed. she’s… an investment.

( it’s mainly the paperwork that’s concerning. she doesn’t keep the other equipment in this building, but in warehouses around the city. she does have an exceptional collection of cleavers and blades here though. ) mhm. okay. well… you can set out the display trays.

it’s also my job. for which ms solovyova and her family are my clients. by extension, your friend, but I don’t know if she’s in need.

( massaging her temples ) well. I’ll see you when I put you in a body bag I guess.