‡ They call me Ryan Dakobi ‡
ҲҲҲ I'm here to have fun ҳҳҳ
ҲҲҲ and live a life with no ҳҳҳ
ҲҲҲ regrets... ҳҳҳ
Because, really... What's the point of living a life with no fun?
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Ryan arched an eyebrow. “Oh really? Then I’ll have to try even harder to win you over, hm?” he laughed and imagined her silly cat sharing the bed. As she ended the kissing to talk, he quickly returned his free hand to his pocket. Was he taking it too fast? He just excited, and acting on instinct, but maybe she wasn’t comfortable with it yet. “Haha! Well, if I do end up doing it I’ll annoy all those people just for you.” It would be funny, showing his girlfriend how pissed off he could make people, and how much chaos he could sometimes create.
He still worried about her a bit, but his concern was overpowered by more excitement as she pulled at his jeans. Oh great, the whole kidnapping subject would be involved here. That would get all messy and complicated pretty fast. Well, now she wasn’t so much his specially selected victim as his girlfriend, and it was only right for her to be treated as such. Using his free hand he shuffled through his pockets until he found a wad of cash he took from her purse. He stretched his arm over to her pocket and tucked the bills in, back to their rightful owner. Aww, and he was going to use that money to buy more ingredients for some more smoke bombs… “Sorry for taking it in the first place.” It was true that he was sorry for what he did, but not half as sorry as he should’ve been. Hey, who could really say no to free cash, even if it was taken out of the wallet of someone else? If he had extra time on his hands he would’ve probably been a pretty good pickpocket.
“Really!” he exclaimed, getting a bit too excited. A real place to crash, a couch even! He sorely missed those things, and her kindness was a little too nice for what he actually deserved. “Uhh, are you sure? I mean, that’d be wicked cool if I could stay with you but you don’t have to let me sleep at your place. I’d be fine just parking my car on the street and sleeping there.” He offered politely. Accepting her offer would mean he’d owe her back later and he didn’t really have a way of doing that. Like, what, would he go back home and say ‘Oh hey, mom, dad, lil’ sis’. Sorry I’ve been gone, y’see I kidnapped this girl, but now we’re friends, so can she sleep over here tonight?’ No way, that would be crazy stupid! Plus, technically she was still his girl, he was in charge of her and still technically her kidnapper. Her kidnapper and her boyfriend. Boyfriend the kidnapper? Sure, whatever, but the point was he still needed to keep an eye on her so she wouldn’t spill the story to the cops. If the cops knew then it would endanger the other guys and their girls. He doubted the others had gotten as far as them, but Ryan was pretty much ready to let Alise go back to reality. The kidnapper act was fun while it lasted, but if he went back to hurting her it would ruin their relationship, something he didn’t want to happen.
Holding onto her hand once more he gently nudged her off of him and started to go back the way they came. The car was there, he could grab his duffel bag of tricks and head off to her place. Before anything though he just wanted to make sure she would be okay once let back into her normal life. “Alise, before we go back, can you promise you won’t spill your guts to the police? Like, as soon as we get to your apartment can you promise not to go straight to the phone and call 9-1-1 as soon as I turn my back?” he sounded a little nervous, and his palms were sweating. He trusted her, probably more than anyone else, other than himself. Spending prison time was something he wanted to avoid more than anything, even though he liked troublemaking. Jail wasn’t fun, he couldn’t prank anyone, and he especially feared that it could be an underground building. He hated underground places, even basements he disliked. It was a weird thing, just a figment of his crazy imagination that convinced him underground meant death and being trapped, thoughts that scared the s**t out of him.
((It's weird, sometimes I don't even know how much I type until I finish, my apologies for being too lengthy ><; ))