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Jesse Pinkman ([personal profile] cowhouse) wrote in [personal profile] whitechapelmod 2013-11-28 05:41 am (UTC)

OH MY GOD SO CRUEL but I still love you /grabby grabby grabby

[He hears the footsteps. Hears them, and quickens his own pace in an attempt to lose whoever the hell's on his ass. He was looking for entertainment, not some kinda corner gossip about something he's probably gonna get blamed for.

Well okay, that might be a little (or a lot) dramatic, but he's paranoid, okay? He's still not entirely convinced this isn't some kind of fucked up cartel initiation, or some stupid bullshit mind game Gus or Mr. White or whoever the fuck is setting him up with. The logical part of his brain knows he's not worth that (and that's not even his self esteem talking- no one is worth that, the kind of money and manpower or whatever it'd take to make this work) but if it's not that, then... Then what? Why bring him here...? It doesn't compute, he doesn't follow, mayday mayday whatever.

Tl;dr, he doesn't wanna be caught within fifty miles of wherever those cars are headed. Fuck that. And fuck whoever's following him, too. Yeah, fuck them, he's just gonna turn around and tell them what's what, just so's they know to get.

Out of his-- face.

He's mid-spin when the voice the narrow alleyway carries to him really hits him, really sinks in, and he feels like he's about to fall over with the force of turning all the way around. To see.

And stare, apparently. Because that's all he can do. No words, not even a step closer, just... Stare. Gape, really, that's more like it, open-mouthed gaping like a complete asshole with his heart thudding in his chest so hard he could swear it's drowning out the sirens.

And she's smiling.]

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