#{ 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇! } debbie chang

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She raised a brow. Years? It made her wonder how his life was like, though it was obvious that it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine since... he's literally an hitman. Must've been on the run all the time that he couldn't spare a minute or maybe even a second to sit down and relax. And she thought having a low-wage job was the worst thing that could happened. (It's the worst thing that happened to her.)

" You know, it's getting late," she said, " It might not be safe for you to return home later. Maybe, you can stay here for the night? It can be, like, a sleepover? "

“ Yeah, will do. She’s cool, bit unhinged but cool. School didn’t have no variety in their students, that shit was weird. ”

Gaze drifting from his glancing about the apartment, Pico’s eyes landed on the freshly made hot cocoa gently pushed towards him, brows raising in surprise. Looking from the mug to Debbie herself, as if confirming that the sweet treat actually was for him, the merc uncertainly took a sip. Certainly seemed to enjoy it, given the redhead took several long sips more before he spoke again, wiping his lips on his sleeve.

“ Fuck, that’s good…Thanks. Haven’t had this shit in years, oh my god. ”

It probably sounded a little sad, the poor guy being denied such a simple pleasure as hot cocoa, but that sad undertone likely went right over the merc’s head. Too busy drowning all of those aches and bruises in chocolate, probably.

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MUSIC THUMPING. High schoolers dancing tight against each other, getting drunk off their asses, hooting over the blaring music. Rich girl Cassie was throwing a huge house party while her rich parents were away for business reasons. DEBBIE, obviously, was not invited. Of course she wouldn't, after she punched the lights out of her years ago, which was the reason why she was kicked out of the cheerleading team. As satisfying as the punch was, she wasn't done with her. As soon as she heard from the word of mouth that Cassie was having a party in the weekends, the gears in her brain started to turn, coming up with the perfect revenge. She was determined to make her last year of high school her WORST NIGHTMARE. Her parents were strict: no bringing boys to the house, no drinking alcohol more than you should, and no throwing parties in the house. Now, it wouldn't be so ideal if Mommy and Daddy found out she broke all the rules, would it? Well, not Debbie's problem.

Debbie weaved her way through the moving crowd, shimmying to the music. The flashing lights and the strong smell of alcohol were almost distracting her from her master plan. She refused to abort the mission, but she could never say no to a little bit of fun. It did not take her long to find the table where the drinks were. There was only a guy standing around there. She had seen him before around the school. I mean, who wouldn't take notice of the guy with the horns? She sashayed towards the table and grabbed a cup.

" Hey~ " she said in almost a purr, pushing her hair back, " You must be feeling very lucky to get invited by the hottest popular girl. " and the emphasis on the 'hottest' was of sarcasm.

@thcbcys

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Debbie groaned loudly as she finally clocked out. Weekends are the worst. The customers made the whole place look like a landfill. It doesn't help when there is a group of customers taking their sweet time eating when the cafe was about to close. She is not paid enough to deal with this bullshit. Maybe I should change jobs, she thought, sighing again. She made her way to the parking lot where her motorbike is, ready to head back to her apartment.

BANG! She heard. She put back down her helmet, alarmed by the sound. It came from the back alley. Curious, Debbie placed her helmet onto her motorcycle's seat and headed towards the mouth of the backstreet. As soon as she realized what was going on, she instantly came to a halt. A person slumped against the graffitied wall, unmoving, red spilling from their chest. A ginger chap stood over them, gun in his hand. Debbie gasped, her hands flew over her mouth.

" Oh my god, is that BLOOD ?? " she exclaimed, backing away a few steps from the murder scene, " Is that a DEAD BODY ?? IS- IS THAT A GUN YOU'RE HOLDING ???? "

Starter for @getblammed !

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debbie's bobas make a great pillow

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She'll make it quick, but nice and sweet. Debbie happily returned the favor, her kiss the taste of strawberry. She has kissed many boys back in her high school days, but it still made her heart flutter slightly. She missed the feeling, where she didn't have to care about anything else in the world, where things were much simpler. Debbie did not linger and pulled away.

" Now you got some lipstick on you, " she laughed.

Pico had never been one to play along with tradition, especially not all of the mess that came with the holiday season, but he could make an exception this once. Snickering to himself in amusement, the redhead could tell Debbie’s eagerness from a glance, watching her apply lipstick before he’s even answered, and what kind of jerk would he be to deny her that tropey christmas bullshit?

“ Who says m’ not up for it? Guessin’ you are too, unless you’re just puttin’ on lipstick for fun. C’mere. ”

Hands in his pockets and a smile on his lips, Pico leant in, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to Debbie’s own. One kiss couldn’t hurt, he’d set aside his usual eye-rolling at the holiday season for the time being.

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" If I had a nickel for every time the people I used to know grow up to become assassins, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice. "

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Easy, they said. It should be a piece of cake, they said. Sugarcoated bullshit. Debbie held the side of the bright blue-colored slide to support herself, all while she was trying to catch her breath. It was the daycare attendant's turn for maintenance check but it appeared that the solar counterpart is not cooperating. She worked here only for less than a week and her seniors are already making her run around in the daycare and sweating like a fool. Sun is acting like a child not wanting to go to the doctor. It is fascinating that technology has advanced so far that robots have grown sentient, but couldn't they make them at least obey to weekly checking?

" SUN! " she yelled out, " I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T COME OVER RIGHT NOW, I AM GOING TO BEAT YOUR ASS WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! " her head turned around at every angle, hoping to catch sight of the daycare attendant, " WHEN I SEE YOU, IT'S ON SIGHT. IT'S ON SIGHT! " (She has no intention of really harming the animatronic, but she is extremely pissed at the moment.)

Starter for @dcynight !

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stares out of the window. it is snowing. great but she still got to go to work.

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debbie would fuck a bot for science

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muse tag drop

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It was the worst day she ever had. She got scolded a few times, by customers and her boss. The workload is unbearable. Debbie cursed under her breath. She returned home only to find out that her fridge was running out of food, meaning that she has to go out again. Her motorbike had ran out of fuel... Guess she'll have to walk then.

The moon hung high in the sky. Neon signs flickered to life, casting a glow onto the sidewalk below. She grumbled as she left the store with a huge bag of groceries. Her mind pondered to elsewhere until she was startled by someone shoving her out of their way. She almost fell over, almost pilling her groceries out.

" HEY ASSHOLE! " she yelled at the direction where the person had gone.

A group of men flew past her, seemingly in hot pursuit of someone, who was, surprisingly, a familiar figure. Ginger hair. Her anger quickly subsided. What was they after him for?

@getblammed is spotted !

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" Oh, Nene? Yeah, I remember her. That uh, second asian kid besides me in middle school. Used to talk to her. Tell her that I say hi if you see her, ay? "

At least he had two of his middle school friends who bothered to keep in touch. She made plenty of friends, but they were friends for the sake of fun, and nothing else. How many people tried to call her and asked how were things? Zero. The only people she talked to now were her stupid boss and those stupid annoying customers who bitched about every little things.

" Made you something to drink, " she pushed the hot cocoa towards him on the coffee table, " Thought you might need it after getting roughed up back there. "

Hearing Debbie laugh, Pico felt himself relax slightly, yet it wasn’t by all that much. Still wounded and recovering from being attacked, after all. Though, some casual conversation always seemed to lighten the mood somewhat, especially after a situation as intense as running from a gang.

“ Yeah, for real. Didn’t believe it, but back then it sounded crazy for a lil girl t’ throw a punch at all. Was always the boys gettin’ into brawls on the playground over stupid shit. ”

Looking around the apartment, Pico took a slow breath in and out, trying to relax just that little bit more. Anything to let himself chill out even slightly, he hadn’t exactly had the chance the last few weeks. The conversation moved on, and in a way, the moments of silence that followed Debbie’s question answered for him. Still, Pico eventually spoke, awkwardly shrugging his shoulders.

“ Yeah, auh…Darnell n’ Nene, that’s pretty much it. ”

That sounded pretty sad, huh? Only two friends still around from middle school, but who else could he have kept in touch with from back then? The corpses, the gun-wielding kids, the alien bitch herself?

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She laughed, " Oh yeah? I didn't know. I thought it was only our teacher who didn't believe I punch someone. "

It was comforting having someone over at her place, and it was also someone she recognized from long ago. (Though, the circumstances that led to that wasn't really ideal.) Ever since she moved out of her friend's home, it had been a few lonely months. Busy at the restaurant, sending out job applications only to be turned down, making sure she has enough money to pay the rental fees or else she would be kicked into the streets, and then repeat. She hasn't been in touch with anyone from university either. She very much shut herself off from people she knew, until she met Pico again at that one night after so many years.

" So, are you still in contact with anyone from middle school? " she asked, taking two cups from the cabinet.

Expression twisting somewhat with embarrassment, Pico promptly averted his gaze, muttering a reluctant ‘close enough’ in agreement. Hell, he was two letters off, technically one, he was basically correct. Yeah, he’d go with that.

Gaze lifting to watch Debbie make her way around, tidying up medical supplies and clearing the table, Pico went to get up from where he sat, only for a harsh, throbbing ache in his side to halt that effort. Wincing in discomfort, the redhead sat back down, hold tightening on the ice bag he held. It felt kind of shitty of him, sitting in somebody’s apartment while they cleaned up around him, not even helping, nevermind the fact he’d just gotten jumped. Some cold hearted killer he was, feeling almost guilty over something so minor.

Brows raised in recognition as Debbie brought up just why she’d been so abruptly transferred, Pico looked up to her with a surprised laugh, strained as his voice was. Though the two hadn’t known each other well, the empty desk in the classroom had been felt. The absence of a student in an already quite-small class of pupils, one that’d then become even smaller.

“ For real? Always thought those were rumours, figured ya had to move away or whatever. Didn’t think you’d clock a girl like that, thought they were tryna make you look bad or somethin’. Damn. ”

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That's the spirit. She liked that, " I know a good place, where we won't be disturbed. Follow me. Try not to lose me in the crowd. "

She beckoned at him before she started walking. The entire house was cramped with people, every single corner occupied. Even the stairs. She stepped over a wasted young man sprawling on the floor, completely knocked out. Near the end of the hallway, there was a door. She turned the doorknob but alas, it was locked.

She hummed, " As expected, she doesn't want anyone in. "

She then took out a bobby pin and picked the lock. It appeared that she had this all planned WAY BEFORE she came here. After a few seconds, she turned the doorknob again and it finally opened.

" Come on before anyone sees us, " she grinned.

The master room was wide, pristine, with a king-sized bed, covered in crisp white duvet and plump pillows. The walls were painted a shade of warm grey. With that marriage photo on the bedside table, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that this is the parents' bedroom.

Tord could only guess what kind of fun this woman meant, and he liked it either way! He was quick to finish off his beer, placing the bottle against the counter. Tord would step a bit closer towards the girl as he rested his hands into the pocket of his black jacket, giving her a grin, showing off his canines towards her.

╰─ ✘ ❝ Lets have fun, Ya? Lead way Gorgeous Girl ❞

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" ... It's Debbie, Pico. But close enough, " she said, " I don't blame you for not remembering. We weren't exactly close back in middle school. "

She picked the scissors up and cut off the end of the bandage around his arm before keeping the rest into the first aid kit and started to clear the table. She tossed the bloodied cotton balls into the dustbin near her door and proceeded to head to the basin.

" I figured you would hardly recognized me. I've changed over the years. Like... a lot, " she glanced over her shoulder, " I was, um, pretty quiet and uh, fragile, " she turned off the tap, " You were probably confused why I suddenly transferred school. "

It was hard for anyone to believe her young, timid self would have snapped. Parents would rather believed she was being accused of than the mere idea that she hurt someone. After all, she was such a harmless angel. At least that was what people thought she was. She remembered the incident well. Blood on her knuckles. A little girl crying with a bleeding nose. The look on her mother's face when she found out that her good-mannered daughter punched a kid in school. She was too embarrassed to let her go back to that school.

" I didn't regret punching that girl, " she smiled gleefully, " She was annoying anyway. "

“ Huh…Right. ”

But of course, as often as Pico tried to turn a blind eye, he couldn’t always do so. Some people, good people, couldn’t at all, some had to act when they saw what wasn’t right, even at their own risk. He’d used to be that good of a person, and as much as he tried to keep it hidden from the world, some part of him still was.

The ding of the elevator drew Pico from his thoughts, dizzy gaze watching the elevator doors slide open. Allowing Debbie to guide him through the halls to reach the end, he was silent all the while. It felt strange, in class that voice had hardly stopped talking.

Soon finding himself holding an ice bag to one of the nastier bruises, Pico stared down at the damage done to his body. He’d be fine within a week, he had to be. Gaze lifting as he realised Debbie was speaking to him, the redhead stared at her for a moment or two before averting his gaze, biting at his lip in thought. Ah hell, he’d feel like a jerk taking all this help from this girl without even remembering her name.

“ …Was it ‘Dennie’ somethin’?…Tryna remember years back right after hittin’ my head, go easy. ”

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She chuckled heartily, as if he just cracked a joke. Debbie then downed her entire drink in a single gulp before setting the now empty cup down on the table. She bit her lower lip, gently for a moment.

" You know what I mean, " she said, a coy smile playing on her lips, " Or do you need a demonstration? "

She knew this might just distract her more but screw Cassie for now. She fixed her gaze on Tord, her eyes held a playful twinkle.

╰─ ✘ ❝ Oh! me too! Engineering! ❞

Tord spoke in his broken English as he watched the girl in front of him, listening to her speak. She clearly peaked the boy's interest and he had his full attention on her, it was all to start with Robotics. He would take his hand back and placed them both into the pockets of his black jacket.

Tord was Mainly here for the free alcohol but the prospect of fun seemed to interest him. A smirk seeming to spread across his face as he leaned down a bit to slightly get into the girls face.

╰─ ✘ ❝ Fun? What kind of fun? ❞