"the f^ck do you want?" he looked at you, a little mad still

"alright-?" he looked at you confused "quick question, if you don't mind me asking"

"two technically three things..... do you have any cigarettes on you by any chance, with a lighter? and do you have a knife that i can borrow?" he kicked something with his prosthetic right leg

"a knife or cigarettes?" he asked

"who the f^ck was that?!"

"is that the man who had what i'm asking for?" he looked at him

"then who was he?!"

he walked up to that guy "hey. so- uh..... i hear you've got knives, cigarettes and lighters"

"do i have to give you my name? because i'm already pretty well known within an underground crime system" he looked a little nervous, but he was telling the full truth

he rolled his eyes "Jenko Harumi. and you?" he held out his hand for a handshake

"but that idiot over there JUST said that you weren't! anyways nice to meet you!" he smiled slightly "so you've got what i'm asking for uhm.... Jenko.... what the hell are you doing....?!

JENKO YOU ADDICT I TOOK THEM FOR A REASON! "hm.... i'll give you my leg and the dead body of that kiddo over there" points to me "sounds fair enough to me. plus you look like you'd ask for a lot"

he shrugged "eh- i know one already. wouldn't be a shocker if you were though..." he smiled slightly "i've still got a prosthetic up on the betting table though"

"do you know how much these things cost?" he took off his prosthetic leg "just this can sell for $90 at the least" he did a good job keeping his balance

he put it back on "well i don't have anything else of good value! and i can't control my cravings, so sorry if i randomly start crying"

"then give me a f^cking cigarette, and let me borrow a lighter. then you won't waste your bullets on a smoker like me" he sounded slightly desparate

"tell me what you want.... i'll get it, almost no hesitation"

"yes"

"Cigarette." He pretty much corrected him

"i'm not old." he chuckled softly

"would it be correct?"

"well how old are you? if you're not that old"

"so? like it matters" he shrugged

"oh really? and how? maybe for you if you decide to injure me in any way, but how exactly?"

"fine. whatever" he looked away "hey, you! gimmie back my f^cking cigarettes and lighter" no. Jenko i will fight you over these things. it either that or you're going dumpster diving for a damn smoke!

jenko casually kicking me while i'm laying on the floor helpless. so of course like any normal 'human' being, he just took his sh^t back

help me you god damn faggot! :sobs: "shut the f^ck up, idiot" he casually lit a cigarette and smoked right next to me

no, i just got kicked multiple times by a half furry guy with a prosthetic leg!

thank you "you deserved that, y'know" now he's mad at the both of us

"who tf are you?! same guy?"

"i coulda sworn i heard another voice, but, whatever"

jenko you're going f^cking crazy... and this is one reason i need that straitjacket

he's going insane, honestly. and if i put duct tape over his mouth and put him in a straitjacket, the gang he's in will "never" find him. i say never jokingly because they totally would find him and i'd be hunted down <3

because he honestly needs to be in rehab and that would be the best/only way to send him :]

i betcha he's standing right behind me at this very moment.... ;u;

and there it was... the sound of his lighter clicking right next to my ear.... fun he's for sure right behind me

:sobs silently: