|[𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕖]| Tricky x H0nk

After Park Time

Tricky's pov:

I walked down the road to see a guy sitting on a bench with the most dead inside look and a pretty banged up boom box, they looked like they had a rough day.

"Hey you good?"

"..."
The guy said nothing to me so i dropped that subject immediately, would i want my ass to be kicked by a stranger right now?
not at that moment.

"uh.... nevermind, what's with your boom box?"

"...assholes."

"oh, well that sounds pretty shitty."

The guy nodded and just stayed sitting there, staring at the ground.

"hm...do you want me to fi-"
As i reached my hand over to grab it, the guy pointed a god damn pistol at me.

"touch my boom box and I'll make sure you look more busted than the boom box."
I nodded keeping my hands up, this guy seemed to be pissed...

"...so what's your name?"
I tried to at least make the guy less likely to shoot me by making small talk.

"Hank."

"well it's nice meeting you Hank, the names Tricky!"
Hank lowered his gun a bit but i could tell he still has a guard up.

"...i have to go and do things."
Hank got up so i decided to fist bump then since they seem cool.

Then he punched me.

I woke up hours later on the ground with a note and a hot dog by me.

{Sorry

Hank J. Wimbleton

p.s: here's a hot dog as an apology.}

I rubbed my face and winced a bit, that escalated quickly but it's not that uncommon..but i got to admit, the guy was pretty strong which made me not mad but more curious how strong he was...
anyways i grabbed the hot dog and ate it still curious and in pain.

(sorry i haven't posted anything lately, I've been busy with school and such.

i post things slowly but I'll try to post more often but until then

🥔
here's a potato
:))
ciao-