“Polite? But Delsin says it all the time. I even hear you say it.”
"Delsin isn't exactly the poster child for politeness and I only say it on rare occasions. Anyways, you can't swear until you're older... much older."
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“Polite? But Delsin says it all the time. I even hear you say it.”
"Delsin isn't exactly the poster child for politeness and I only say it on rare occasions. Anyways, you can't swear until you're older... much older."
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“Fuck—”
"Language. Don't swear; it's not polite."
"Probably because it is."
"Then what is the truth?"
"That sounds like a poorly planned lie.."
"Please tell me you don't actually belive that?
"I can tell that you're not in the mood for talking but this is important and pertains to you."
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❝Don’t be so modest. I know plenty of cops that wouldn’t have been so understanding.❞
"The fact that a cop doing their job is considered modest, concerns me. It's really not a big deal, you're new to the area. I am to help those who need it."
"Okay so they dated and it fell apart." Brent climbed into the truck. Reggie seemed like an okay guy. But his nervousness with cops was just a normal thing for him. He use to be a crook and a junkie something that a cop would frown upon. "How far away is this place?"
"Multiple times."
Reggie started the truck, pulling off into the street sparring no time to get back to his place. The ride was already awkward and making it longer than it needed to be wouldn't remedy that.
"Not far surprisingly. We'll be there in five minutes with traffic. You'll see your sister and things will get less.. awkwar. Unless they ran out to do God knows what."
"No. N- Hey, I don't know what you're scheming, but I already don't like it. No."
"Well, that's what I'm here for. to help make things better."
"Uh s-sure?" Brent followed the cop. It was a strange feeling really, but one thing that didn’t sit right with him. He needed to ask the cop Reggie.
"This might be a completely bizarre question but, what do you mean by a thing?”
"The trucks this way." Reggie raised a brow at the other but made no comment. For being Fetch's brother, this guy wasn't as... spunky as she was. Definitely gave off a different vibe than she did but it may be that Reggie was a cop approaching him.
"What else does a thing mean? They were together at one point; fell apart and they're just friends now. Or not.. I lost track."
"W-Wait? Fetch sent you?" Well this was a surprise that he didn’t see coming at all. "Who are you exactly?" Fetch had heard the name Delsin many times, but never heard this guy’s name.
"Yes she sent me. I'm Reggie, Delsin's older brother. The ah.. special smoke guy you probably have seen going around." Reggie shrugged, "I'm the normal one. The career successful, economically stable, source for about anything he needs. I guess Delsin and Fetch had a thing but she is always welcomed at my place. Are we going or not?"
’ you dented the truck, that sounds pretty bad to me, rowe bro. ‘
"It's not that bad of a dent. I can take it out right now if I wanted to."
"You realize that every time I go along something bad happens right? I am not taking that risk. You can't convince me otherwise."
"Its bad enough that I get harassed by gang members, I don’t need to get harassed by a cop today."
"I like how you make assumptions just because I walked up to you. I'm here to get you. Delsin extended my house for you and your sister to stay in and have dinner. She said you'd be here so here I am."
’ aaaaaah, look how the tables have finally turned, reggie my friend. ‘
"Don't even try to rub it in. It's nothing bad. I just don't have a reason."