4. Fries on the floor

  • R:”Wait.”
  • P:”?”

A Fries falls.
His gun is pointed at my back.

There are no bullets in it.
But I feel a Blade.

  • P:”Crunch-crounch.”
  • R:”Listen.”
  • P:”I can eat at the same time.”
  • R:”If we stay here any longer.”
  • P:”I should have asked for more sauce.”
  • R:”If we stay here-“
  • P:”I’m gonna need another one.”
  • R:”If-“
  • P:”They’re coming back for us.
    Or for me.
    Or something like that.
    We better fuck off.
    I want some yogurt.”
  • R:”Why didn’t you order 1?”
  • P:”They didn’t have the flavor I wanted.”
  • R:”…”

We walk away.
He stops me.
Gun on the back.
Another Fries falls.

  • P:”Okay…
    We can share.”
  • R:”What were you doing here?”
  • P:”You said you wouldn’t answer me.
    Truth is, you can’t.”
  • R:”…”
  • P:”I’ve lost a lot of respect for you.”
  • R:”Where did you intend to go?”
  • P:”I’ve got food.
    There’s only 1 thing left to do.”
  • R:”?”
  • P:”You’d wear a skirt?”
  • R:”!”

The tip of the blade in my back.
A last Fries.

  • P:”There’s always a way.”

I catch it!

  • P:”+1!”
  • R:”…”
  • P:”I’ll run away from this City.”
  • R:”Where to?”
  • P:”I’ve got the whole of Arcadia.”
  • R:”This is not Arcadia.”
  • P:”What is it then?”
  • R:”You don’t even know…”
  • P:”Hey?”
  • R:”?”
  • P:”Fries.”
  • R:”They’re just as greasy as your mind.”

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