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Willa Harper (thinblooded) wrote in entrywaythreads,

"I didn't take anything. You didn't have anything worth while so I was going to take ingredients, just enough for you to notice going missing and be paranoid about." She said, staring back at him. He didn't believe her and he seemed rattled. Was it the baby comment? Everything else had been pretty typical so far, that was the only thing that seemed out of the ordinary.

Something was up. Something was up and it didn't seem to be going his way. For a brief moment a smile of sadistic glee crossed her face. She hoped it fucked his whole day, whatever it was.

"You don't believe me, fine." She lifted her black Des Rocs tee shirt a little to show that she could fit nothing else in her tight jeans save for the pack of clove cigarettes in her back pocket. Once he had a good look there she opened up her leather jacket to him, showing him that she had a row of seven vials, her knife, her phone and a set of lock picks inside the jacket and nothing else. "Happy?"