‡ 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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She must’ve known he would go anywhere as long as he was with her; even shopping. “Alright then. Sounds all good to me. Oh, and not targets, future victims actually.” Ryan flashed a grin, letting himself be pulled into her room. This time, he didn’t watch her as she got changed, even though it was really hard. That would just fuel him up more and get him even more hyper. He really was just a little kid, and she was like his candy; sweet and wonderful.
Once she had changed into another outfit and took him by the hand, he walked out with her out of the room and then out of the apartment and then out into the streets. They must’ve looked like a lovely young couple, holding hands and looking all happy. They were the kind of pair that would make others jealous almost, it seemed all so perfect. Being with her was always so perfectly nice.
Strolling past all the stores he waited for her to pick out one that she liked. Oh the joy of shopping, just so thrilling… He rolled his eyes at his own sarcasm. “So Alise, is this typical boyfriend protocol? I’ll stand around and hold all the bags and tell you how great you look with any clothes you pick out, right?” he smiled, lightly squeezing her hand and glancing at her.
Her make-up and stuff was different now, she had a wicked cool nose piercing and yet another necklace. Whatever she wore, she would still be as pretty as ever. Plus, she had a good sense of fashion, something he severely lacked, so he probably wouldn’t have to help her pick out any clothes anyway. “So is there anything that you’re gonna’ look for, or are you just shopping to shop?” Shopping was one girl custom he didn’t really get. What, did girls just wander around the mall and poke around at the clothes just to wander around aimlessly for no real reason, or was there an actual purpose to it? Like, socialization or some other crap.
Oh well, girls would be girly and boyfriends would just wonder why. Hey, wait, he still needed to look to a victim for his prank, right! Quickly he scanned the streets. Many cars were all parked up, waiting to be sabotaged. Oh, there were so many auto tricks, it was hard to choose. He could fake a broken window, dye the wiper fluid to look like piss, leave a fake ticket on the windshield or leave a fake accident note. The thought of doing any of those things made the trip that much more enjoyable, as soon as they finished up shopping that would be his top priority!