— 𝑩𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑲𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀

Efren leaned back on his seat, pulling out a pack of smokes and clipping a cigarette between his lips. He lights up the tip and took a few puffs. " yeah, night city's a cruel son of a gun. " he shrugged his shoulders. " i'd say you can rely on people, but they go easily too. "

efren entered the afterlife with a little swagger in his step, eyeing the patrons before he made his way to the back, seeking @AMENDl4RES. he invited himself into the private room in the back; plumping hisass down on the sofa. " kids nowadays, they don't respect the trade. "

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝. ⠀

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐓ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴀʀ ; ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ──────⊹⊱𝟏𝟑⊰⊹────── ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ*٭ 𝑱ᴜᴅʏ 𝑨́ʟᴠᴀʀᴇs.ᐟ٭*ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

" mm, but i got time for a story, if you're willing to spill. "

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ ɪ ғᴇᴀʀ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴏʀ sᴀʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜ— ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ. ” ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ▄︻デ══━一☙ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑷ᴀɴᴀᴍ 𝑷ᴀʟᴍᴇʀ.ᐟ ㅤ

efren decides that talking to a dejected merc was a good way to spend his time. he sits down next to becca, but not too close— he respected her personal space. " seen that look— feels like you're existin' more than livin'. mind tellin' me your story? i got time. "

" it's the curse of this city, wantin' to make it big; only to get your wings clipped. "

lookin' good .

you lookin' for somethin'?

anyone know a good ripperdoc ?

whatever new tech comes, efren's always going to run his militech ticon.