#thread.fallon

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving (just before 11.30pm)

Matevos wasn’t much interested in the outcome of the costume competition. He didn’t think he was going to win with his Zorro outfit, certainly not since Diego was walking around in much the same fashion, and it fitted him much better. He had adopted a terrible Spanish accent, and he’d long since lost his sword and mask, so he was just himself but dressed in black. 

He slung an arm around Fallon’s shoulders, grinning, but making sure not to practise too much force on the other, although he really wanted to. He was glad to see her there, gladdest to see her of all people, and also he was trying his best to ignore real world issues and just have fun. “Ay compadre,” he said. “And who are you dressed up as?” He walked along with her towards the Parlour.

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving

Matevos licked his bottom lip, reaching up a hand and pressing it against the middle, he took it back and looked confused at the blood for a moment. Then he pushed himself off against the wall behind him and joined Fallon. "Does it look swollen?" he asked, pointing at his bottom lip as he waited for the other to set the pace away from their last meeting. "I should not have let him get a punch in," he scolded himself. Ever the capable fighter, he liked to think he was far better at deescalation. Though sometimes the situation called for it.

Then he grinned, despite himself, flung by another emotion he did not control, looking at Fallon with that glint in his eyes that suggested he had set upon some action that was both impulsive and odd. "Will you nurse me back to health?"

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving

Matevos spotted Fallon on the other side of the street and ran through traffic without giving a single fuck about the cars honking at him. He pulled her into a hug without second thought, which lasted for a few seconds because he knew cats didn’t like hugs, dogs didn’t always either. He wasn’t a true hugger. Except if he got to hug dogs. “You’re free!” Or well, at least she was out of jail. “I really thought I gave those interviewers a run for their money and lied you your way out, but shit, they’re smarter than that, aren’t they. How are you? I got a nutjob who didn’t want to pay me because he said some shit about us Bastards not being able to keep each other out of jail, wanna come with and beat him up?” 

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving "I'll take what I can get."

"I feel like that either means you're asking for a beating, or you're waiting for me to ask for one." Benny said, not sparing Fallon a look as he took another cig back out the package. Soon as he had placed it on his lips, he opened his coat pocket again, fumbled with the inner lining, then reached for the pills inside, holding them close in his good hand just in case Fallon wanted to reach out and grab them. "So, what you bring in exchange then?"

[b4rredteeth]

@conkniving "Your principles? don’t be an asshole, you don’t have principles."

Matevos scoffed. Though technically Fallon was right... because Matevos wasn't sure what principles meant, or what he was rambling on about himself. "I'm not being an asshole," he said. "But it's still against my principles, I'm not going to use the dog to get money out of them. I will gladly break one of their fingers," he added. "But I'm not using the dog. Even if we don't hurt the dog and just take the dog... think of the dog's feelings. You have a dog!" Though he knew the dog would be the best possible solution to their little 'no payment' problem.

"Pretty sure that's principles."