"But... Mono would say, calming down, He didn't succeed. Why does the man in the van have to bring him to tears? He sounded less indignant and more...confused.
Brats cry when they get caught" he said, before forcing the van open with a little bit of magic, stepped forward before pulling the kid out "If it concerns you so much, you should find a better way to get him without property destruction."
Poquito was brought out the van by Medea.
The boy was a crying, shaking mess, and didn't know what else to say.
The boy was a crying, shaking mess, and didn't know what else to say.
Sits down at a table and enjoys a meal of Dijon crusted salmon over jasmine rice.
"Your alright kid, calm it, your probably gonna get a little less than a slap on the wrist, just wait until the chef returns.. either that or is son will give you an earful
Mono looked a tad uncertain, but no longer with bad intentions. "Huh. So it's normal?" He'd say, realizing Medea was giving good advice. He moved closer to the van but instead of touching it he simply asked: "I understand wanting to discourage bad behavior, but dontcha think you've scared em enough? His fear sounds real." He'd say, trying to calm down the likely mad Max (no pun intended). "Thanks, Medea."
Poquito wiped his tears with his sleeves, "m' Sorry!" He said to Medea."I was just doin' m'job!"
Mono looked at Poquito with a discerning expression. "You're not too good at your job." he'd say, sighing. "Try to stay out of trouble around here, ok, kiddo?
Poquito sniffled, glancing at Mono. "Boss'll be mad if I don't come back with anythin'.." He whined.
"How about this? I will twist your head off of your neck if you attempt anything again." He'd say seriously, before changing to a grin. "That should be enough to placate your boss, yeah?"
Poquito went to speak, but only a terrified little squeak came out.
Max wrote:
max: whoa hay mathius when did we start doing speciles
"We've always had specials..."
Poquito wrote:
Max wrote:
Max: alright now who is this guy i know he’s your boss but what’s he do Mafia gangs that kinda stuff * he said as he would keep the smoke in the van for longer to get more out of poquito *
Poquito sniffled, "He has a gang, yes."
His voice cracked again, "Can I please go now?" He sobbed, still shaking, and the smoke burning his eyes didn't help his crying.
"I got a better idea.....how would you like to make more money than you'll ever be able to steal?"
"And Max, stop smoking in front of the boy..."
"You know Mono.. you couldve went with him.. or gave him money-" he said, chuckling
Poquito glanced at Mathius, wiping his tears. "It's not for me."
"It's for my boss." He stated. "He needs it, the.. money.."
"It's for my boss." He stated. "He needs it, the.. money.."
Poquito wrote:
Poquito glanced at Mathius, wiping his tears. "It's not for me."
"It's for my boss." He stated. "He needs it, the.. money.."
"It's for my boss." He stated. "He needs it, the.. money.."
"Who is your boss?" He spoke kindly. He wiped his hands on his apron
"He's being taken care of now, it seems. Oh, and what's money?"
"You use money to buy things." Fumizuki spoke up from her rather adorable position with a papoose.
"The Man." He said, once again, being serious and not lying.
"Buy things? Like, they give you stuff in return for it? Also, what's your name?"
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