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(TW: discriminative speech and racially motivated opinions)
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 〖 you always turn up at the worst of times 〗
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FOR THE REMAINDER of the time that Billy and Belle had spent together in the drive in they were repeatedly asking questions back and fourth between them, learning a slight bit more about each other as the film rolled on without their attention. Not a single minute had been watched by either of the male or female, their focused solemnly fixed on their ongoing conversation that had cut quite smoothly through a thick chunk of time.
Isabelle hated that she didn't mind his presence any longer, and actually she was quite pleased with the fact that Billy hadn't tried anything like she had very much expected him to. Men and their greed is what turns her away from their whole species, believing they could take a girl out and end up in their pants before the night ends, only to ignore the poor souls the next day around the hallways as they had scored what they initially wanted the night prior. Billy definitely striked the female to be one of those kinds, so what had her mind twisted was why he taken a different approach with herself specifically.
Maybe he didn't want his balls kneed once again, Belle did have quite some power in it the first time around. Then again he deserved it that night, and she wouldn't hesitate to do it again if things went south within the last hour and a half they spent together on this silly little date.
With consideration that the male hadn't been all that insufferable, the female was still currently in the midst of asking Billy randomised questions, the last one being his favourite food and the current being his favourite colour. His throat vibrated a shallow hum as he dwelled on the answer, eyes trained down on the cigarette that rested between his fingers out of the car window. Surprisingly, he had been quite good at answering brief questions like so without hesitation, yet in the back of her mind Belle couldn't fathom wether Billy was complying to be nice or if those ulterior motives were still lurking around in the back of his own mind.
"Probably red, that's a good color" he nodded, eyes drifting lazily over to Belle to catch her reaction.
Again, she could have guess that about Billy, because weirdly enough he looked like the type to favour that certain shade. Call her a freak, but Belle had become too skilled at reading people since their family went corrupt, it was like a second nature. Her inner child whom was neglected and became petrified of abandonment forced the female to look at every mannerism, characteristic and movement that an individual offers, that way she could sum up what kind of a person they are and sense wether their intentions were good or bad.
