[Wolfwood, like seconds from fistfighting this store owner-]
Huh-?
[Oh, he is being felt up. He rises forward on the balls of his feet as Ain pats him all over, pats his ass- hello--
Until he realizes what he's doing. Or, rather, he...doesn't realize he's depositing A LOT of illicit goods into his pockets, but he can tell that he's trying to buy them some kind of excuse to leave. That much he has enough brain cells to rub together to figure out.]
I...shit, maybe?
[He plays along (a little badly, but he's doing his best), pretending to reach around and feel one of his back pockets as well, then reaching into his inner pocket where he knows only his cigarettes are.]
Gonna hafta take a raincheck on the jewels, h-hun. Let's go.
no subject
Date: 2024-05-21 02:06 am (UTC)Huh-?
[Oh, he is being felt up. He rises forward on the balls of his feet as Ain pats him all over, pats his ass- hello--
Until he realizes what he's doing. Or, rather, he...doesn't realize he's depositing A LOT of illicit goods into his pockets, but he can tell that he's trying to buy them some kind of excuse to leave. That much he has enough brain cells to rub together to figure out.]
I...shit, maybe?
[He plays along (a little badly, but he's doing his best), pretending to reach around and feel one of his back pockets as well, then reaching into his inner pocket where he knows only his cigarettes are.]
Gonna hafta take a raincheck on the jewels, h-hun. Let's go.