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Scythe x Reader

Thank you 4 requesting, 

Anyways- Gee whiz, guess what the cat brought in!! That's right, its the enemy of the state! We got some old cowboy women fluff. This is around 3 k words if I'm not mistaken. I haven't written in a long time so it may come off as a little shabby. If it does, tell me so- I don't bite!!(I do). 

Turn a blind eye

Red and blue lights blare through the streets, the high pitch wails of sirens and police being heard all through the Crossroads.

A dangerous criminal was on the run.. Well, 'dangerous' would be a word that falls just short of it. How about a 'walking safety hazard', that has a bounty so high the numbers could fill out math textbooks.

The said safety hazard had her legs propped up against your coffee table, and arms behind her head- whistling some old western tune to herself for the past few minutes. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if she pulled out a harmonica from under her hat with how often she does that.

You on the other hand were cleaning your roughed-up counter, while subtly giving her the side eye.

"So, why are they after you now?" You decided to break the silence between the of two. You may at the moment be displeased with her, but you cannot deny your curiosity. Its always something new that she does, so wondering who was on the receiving end of her blade n' bullets was a thing you found yourself doing often.

"Ah, some rat's been causin' trouble for the business'-" she began, shifting over in her position so she could face you "couldn't let the competition go unchecked, you know."

You let out a 'mhm', listening to her reason. So its just casual business, but still.

"Well, it sure got the attention of every cop in Crossroads." You point out, listening to the not so distant wail of the sirens that was still going.

She laughed out loud, as if you just told a good joke ,"Hell it did! Felt like I was walking the red carpet while bein' chased!" she snickered "Those suckers didn't know what hit em'!"

"Neither did my window." You pointed towards her entry point of choice. She just crashed through the glass, ended up sliding onto your counter- all while wearing that smirk of hers. You nearly died on the spot thinking you were getting robbed of what little you have- but no, its just the #1 enemy of the state.

She fake pouted in return, while rubbing muck off her beloved weapon.

"Boo-hoo, well shucks. Don't worry bout that, we can pin some nails n' board over it,- good as new!"

"Yeesh, if I want my home to look like a crack house that is."

"Crackhouses certainly have more of a... charm' than your chamber."

That was true. You held your tongue, not wanting to say whose fault it is out loud. You had to admit that weren't doing too well financially, but maybe if she and her friends didn't keep on breaking your furniture, the place wouldn't look as sad. Maybe then you would be buying yourself a TV instead of a second washing machine, because her deranged little friend thought it would be the perfect simulation of a Ferris wheel. The amount of detergent on the floor still haunts you.

You rubbed the counter harder, wishing that the distant memory could be wiped away as a stain could. Alas, this stain is a bit too hard to wipe off.

"It's borin'." She suddenly says, positioning herself again.

"Well, I'd say you go and help me with the mess-" you huff, moving from the stain and instead focusing on the glass shards littering the wooden surface "- but I recall you aren't much of a cleaner." a small gesture towards her bloodied outfit proves the point,- the blood from the fabric which was now seeping into your own furniture. The pain it would be to clean was your biggest worry, where before, it would be if she was alright. But now you know better- it's not her blood.