Dragging you down

the fic duh

Everyone has special quirks about them. Sometimes deuce would take out slices of cheese from the fridge and eat themSometimes boxcars would bite people. Sometimes Aradia would bring in the skeletons of dead animals.

And sometimes Droog felt a bit like a Bitch. He watched as slick hurried around looking for his tie, combing his hair. Clearly pissed at him. Droog couldn't help but smile, it wasn't his fault slick didn't care about her letters.

"Why WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YA TELL ME" Slick yelled, fixing his tie. He was never good at that, was he

"Well I didn't know they were from her" Oh Droog knew, Droog knew she was the one sending Slick those little letters, her silly little paintings. Droog was just saving Slick from embarrassment, he was saving her from embarrassment. She thought that the LEADER of the midnight crew would want to go on a date with her. A lowly painter and Nurse was just poetic. Comedic, Pathetic. He was just saving that little thing from the embarrassment of going on a date with such a guy like Slick. Nothing more

Slick groaned, fixing his hair

"Do you think she'll want to go on a date with me?" Slick said, still fixing his hair. Trying to change "fix it up". In the end Droog knew his friend would end up looking like he always did

"Why do you care so much, she's just some fangirl. You've had millions of little twits trying to get into a matesprit ship with you" Droog smiled. He didn't remember all of them. Albiet in reality there were few. Most of them hadn't even seen the man they were droodling over. Not that Slick wasn't handsome, he just wasn't handsome in the way you expect a mafioso to be. He had no abs, his face looked like he was 50, he seemed more like a grandpa than anything.

"She's different, ya wouldn't get it" Slick sighed, cracking his knuckles. Fixing his shirt one more time. "I mean ya should have been there, her little ass carried me to her apartment and fixed my wounds up. She did a damn good Job. And she was a dame cuite as well" Slick smiled, he look slightly to happy for this. Usually he'd laugh in the face of those girls, those dummies trying to flirt with him.

"So what you actually think she wants you back, she's just a silly child who wants a deep dark mafioso as a boyfriend, who'll spoil her and abuse her at the same time. Just like those garbage books middle aged women read." Droog sighed, the amount of "Dark romances" he had heard and seen in bookstores was absurd, he knew this Paint girl all too well. He had seen and heard from a milion other girls like her, getting to caught up in their fantasies to face reality.

"Nah i don't think she likes my life of crime" Slick sighed "She seems downright disgusted by me at first, when she realized who she took home"

"Well then maybe she's just trying to be polite." Droog looked up at Slick, there was no way he was actually going to go. Right. "Maybe the date will be stiff and awkward, ya should do her a favor and not go"

"Well who cares! A date is a date and I better look my best" Droog never understood why Slick would try so hard to appease this woman. He only ever seemed to find interest in snowman, and he didn't despise the fact Slick had a thing for snowman, he was fine. She was on the Black front, he was on the red front, but suddenly this girl, this woman who he didn't know was agreeing and going out on a date with Slick.

"You did tell her you have a moirail"

"Yeah yeah she knows she doesn't mind" Slick turend to Droog smirking. I had been a year since they had started their moraillgance, a year that had passed already

"She's a prospitian right?"

"Yep!" Slick smirked, rummaging through some garbage from a recent heist.