Ouo wanna mafia rp?

Gets moofia me” ok I’m ready

Hm ok :>

Here

Vega: “But still”

Vega: “And If my girlfriend heard be calling someone Sweetheart... well let’s say it’d get awkward”

Vega: “This didn’t get awkward at all...”

Vega: “...” *He sighed* “Have you seen Streak anywhere”

Vega: “Damn, no one’s seen him for a while now”

Vega: “It’s strange when there’s no one to say pessimistic things when you talking about light hearted things...”

Vega: “We’ve looked everywhere...” *he sighs* “maybe he has left for good...”

Vega: “Same... I’d call him but... He doesn’t have a phone”

Vega: “Hm... What if we got a Streak from a different AU and see if they could help...”

Vega: “How do you get people from different aus?@

Vega: “Oh”

Vega: “Nope”

*Something moved in the distance* Vega: “Hm?”

Streak: *He came out of seemingly no where, he looked like he’d been dragged through a bush*

Streak: *He had a very slight limp* “No questions.”

Streak: *He put in his pocket* “What did I miss?”

Streak: “Oh, ok...”

Streak: “...”

np I'm still gonna call her Corey sometimes tho

*he grinned and politely held out a hand for a handshake*

*he shook his head* I've been alright toots

It's been good, some punks tried to rob me but- you know how that usually goes

*he paused* depends on what your gettin, but you guys get a large discount for the protection

*he grabbed the two switchblades and inspected them closely, opening and closing them, and picking at some of the joints* that ain't the only thing these babies need, it could use some oiling and maybe a few new screws, i'll do those too without any added cost

*still looking at the blades he snapped at her, seeming not to hear her* Jesus how many times to you stab people?? the blade is rusted at the base, i guess i could do some polishing but you need to clean your blades

*he points on a small part of the base* clean your ****ing blades all the way and i won't snap at you sugar tits. i don't give a **** about how many times you kill someone, just keep a rag on you

*not looking up he sighed* i have two guns on you and whoever's with you right now thunder thighs, you want it done or not??

*he rolled his eyes and looked at her* I'm talking to you as if you were a client, the blade's gonna snap if you don't clean them right. and im sure these mean a lot to you

*he flew onto her shoulder and pointed towards his shop* your gonna want some gun oil too for the future

*he flapped around but landed on his feet* alright- be like that, come by in an hour and i'll have them both done for you, i'll include some cleaning supplies on the house

*he flew off*

*he yelled behind his shoulder* It's for your own good sweetheart *he flies into his shop*

*there can be sounds of rustling inside the shop*

*there are more sounds of struggling and suddenly a loud gunshot is heard, like a shotgun, blood splatters against the window*

*you first see a man on the ground, with a knife in his hand, and his head turned to mush, blood all over the walls and floor, with chunks of brain matter all about* *Chips is covered in blood, furious, he dives at her with his metal talon, and slams her against the wall, almost stabbing her in the throat* WHAT THE **** COREY??

*not backing off he furiously yelling* of all the people, to try and steal from me, i wouldn't expect you to!! distracting me, and having someone else sneak in here to take everything, I considered you a ****ing friend

*he twitched his eye, slamming the untouched switch blades into her hands* get out of my ****ing store

*he flew onto a bird stand, and three turrets came out of the ceiling, a cage going around him to protect him, the turrets pointing at her* get out!!

*he clicked a button and one of them shot her in the foot*

*unphased he watches as bullet holes fill the building* i didn't miss

*he smirked* you don't know my net worth *he flew off the bird stand, and looked around at the damage* so what did you really want, you obviously don't care about the blades if you brought your men with you

*he threw a large wad of money at her, hitting her in the back of the head* medical bill

*he shook his head, picking up the money, and flew out of the building*

*he rests on a streetlight a few miles away*

*he shook his head and slept*

*the shot hit his talon, he fell off the streetlight, and landed on the road*

*he got up, his wing broken from the fall, as he looks behind him, a car barrels down the road, he begins to try and limp to the sidewalk*

*the car speeds past them, he looks up at her* wanted to kill me yourself eh?

*he tried to get up, shaking the dirt off his feathers, and calmly waited for her to walk back to him*

*he looked up at her* listen to em toots, just leave me

*he looked away* yea yea, i wouldn't wanna be caught dead like this either

*he looked down trying to avoid eye contact* thanks.

*he started to limp away* sorry for the foot

*he rested his head on her, and closed his eyes* it was nice seeing ya

*he shook his head* that's just you being you

*he looked at the switchblade* well, you can't change it

*still looking at the switchblade* why's that?

*he looked at her* don't be dumb toots, you've still got it

*he smirked* naw, you've just finally found that heart hidden in your chest

*he smiled widely* alright toots

*he nods* yea, i do think that

*he tilts his head* it doesn't mean you can't work, it just means you're more....uh...lovable?

*he shook his head* no, not at all, but it makes you have emotions, or something like that

*he looked at her* well, i left, and it did me good, and you seem like you'd have plenty of dough to keep yourself afloat, i say retire if you really wanna

*he looked out the window* the guy in the limo?

*he looked back at her* oh- makes sense, i mean, could you pass the power to someone you trust??

and people like that are hard to come by-

*he ruffled his feathers* well, if you need to blow off some steam then you can come here any time

*he smirked* do i look smart?

*he chuckled* well im involving myself with you, whether you like it or not

*he rolled his eyes* you aint as bad as you think