The Distribution Center -- Window

[sneaks]

"I got a goil." Sneaks smirked. "And she'd kick your arse. Since I have a rule that I don't fight women." He quirked an eyebrow when she said he liked her. Perhaps she had fallen on her head. He wasn't quite sure what this girl was getting at.


When she commented on his hair, he quirked an eyebrow again. He had a full head of hair, and didn't have any sort of receeding hairline. The girl had something seriously wrong with her. "...I'm sure your not a goil. Run off now."

[manhattan]

>>>New DAy<<<
Manhattan walked away from the window, 3 papes in hand, reading the headlines and the stories below them. Not really paying attention to where she was walking. "Shoot i could write bettah stories den dis." Manhattan shook her head at the atrocities before her. "butcherin da English language." She continued walking towards the edge of the boardwalk, the stairs were to her left and her nose still stuck in the paper. Manhattan had the tendency to forget little things like ends of boardwalks and where the stairs were in comparison to her location.