Wickedly Twisted
Chihirodrunk confessioni can't carry this anymore
"You saw him once or twice. You said hello. You were friendly."
"I was?" He flips through the roll of twenties, blinking rapidly in shock. "I mean, right, of course I was." Slowly, his shock turns to a smarmy grin as he shoves the money into his pocket, seamlessly accepting the cash as if that's a totally normal thing to do.
What the hell is wrong with people?
He should be asking questions, or giving me shit, or at least wondering why the heck I'm bribing him.
Instead, it's enough money to make all that go away.
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