Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[Shane didn't know shit about people handing others things. He'd worked, stolen, scrapped, and conned for every last thing, yeah? So, maybe he didn't get it, not really, but he tried to understand what Clementine meant. Not dull, but pretty and with money enough to make that and her adrenaline junkie ways enough, yeah? Not that Shane's people operated on personality. They didn't. It was nothing more than time and place. But it had nothing to do with fucking reputation.] Only man who's looked at you that you wanted, yeah? [A correction.
Of course she could fucking sing. And yeah, he could sway, uncomfortable, but he'd committed, so here he was, shaking his head at the low cant of her voice, shameless, rich bitch certain. His hands slid to the small of her back. Red colored his cheeks, unstoppable, and it was foreign enough Shane felt compelled to ignore it.] Christ, [was all he had to say about it.]