-A bandit is on the hunt for Sasha since he believes she stole his ammo-
Bandit: -Sees Rhys-
Bandit: Hey Hyperion scrub!
Rhys: Well, I'm guessing 'Hyperion scrub' is referring to me. That's a nice thing to call peop-
Bandit: Shut up!
Rhys: Okay, okay! I got it. Can I help you with anything?
Bandit: Yeah, some chick with weird hair nabbed my bullets! You seen her?
Rhys: Um, I've seen a lot of people with "weird hair", you're going to have to keep looking.
Bandit: Fine. She had a red coat, green eyes, and is like, super short.
Rhys: -getting nervous-
Rhys: S-short?
Bandit: Yeah! Probably the tiniest person in this trash dump!
Rhys: Hehe, oh, uh, I think she w-went the other way.
Bandit: You a'ight, Hyperion?
Rhys: Y-yep, just OH LOOK THERE SHE IS SHE RAN DOWN THAT WAY!
Rhys: -points in the direction behind the bandit-
Bandit: Oh shit!
Bandit: -runs away down the alley thinking he's pursuing Sasha-
Sasha: -steps out behind Rhys, who she was standing behind to hide-
Sasha: -currently fuming-
Rhys: So, u-um, smallest pe-
Sasha: Don't say anything.
Rhys: I th-thought it was cute.
Sasha: -blushing-
Sasha: Oh my god you tall dork.

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Tol & Smol
RomanceA short series of super-short one-shots between Rhys and Sasha. Dialogue form!