inFAMOUS: Second Son- Hawk

1. "I dunno, I don't usually hang out with Bio-terrorists."

Yo. It's been a while. B)

So I finally got to play inFAMOUS SS, and I've got to say, it's one of the best games I've played in a while.

I freaking fell in love with Delsin within 2 minutes of playing the game. Seriously. I can't even.

ANWHwyay. I hope you enjoy~ :3 [Not edited yet, apologies for any mistakes/typos]

"So, [Name]. When are you going to get a real job?"

You chewed on the end of your pencil, and then up at your best friend, Lindsay. "... What do you mean?"

"Exactly as I said...?" she said, giving you an unusual look. "I mean, you're an amazing drawe-"

"Artist." you corrected, raising an eyebrow.

"Artist. Whatever. But anyway, you make a decent amount of money with your commissions and all, but are you sure it's enough?"

"Well, I mean lately I've been taking my time with them... so..."

"Okay, well," she said, a bit impatiently. "The point I want to go over is that I'm always paying for more than half of the bills... You promised me we'd evenly split it!"

"Really?" you asked, frowning. "I had no idea... I'm really sorry, Lin."

"Sorry's not going to cut it," she said, with that mischievous grin of hers. "Either you get a well-paying job, or I'm moving out."

"So what do you propose I do?"

"Let's go around town. There ought to be some place looking for employees. I mean, Seattle's a mess."

"Exactly the reason why I avoid going out..." you murmured.

"I'll be completely honest, [Name]," she said, beginning to grab her bag and jacket. "You have a great talent, and you're one of the best artists I know, but art can just be a hobby you do during your free time."

"A hobby, right," you repeated, still sitting at your desk.

From the silence that followed shortly after, you turned your head back at her to see her with her arms crossed. "Well?"

"Argh, fine, I'm coming," you said, standing and stretching. You grabbed your black hoodie and slipped your arms in the sleeves quickly. After turning off the lamp light and putting your art materials away, you approached the shoe rack and stepped and squirmed your feet into your sneakers.

You left the apartment with Lindsay, and when you walked outside, you looked up at the gray, dull skies. "Seattle is depressing." You said, checking your phone. "10:30. We've got plenty of time. If we're successful and actually do find a job, want to head out to that one frozen yogurt shop near Romero's?"

"Sounds like a plan," she said with a smile. "Let's head to the shopping center first. Easiest place."

"Agreed."

.........

The shopping center wasn't filled with the throngs of people like before. Nor did the people there act lively and talkative like before.

"Freaking D.U.P.'s, man," Lindsay said. "I wonder... would it actually make a difference if you got a job? Because none of these businesses look promising..."

You shrugged, staring at your phone. "Better than nothing."

"Hey, hey! Idea!" She said, a sudden, bright smile appearing on her face. "Get a job at Romero's! It's my favorite restaurant."

"Depends on if they're hiring."

"Well you sound enthusiastic," she said sarcastically, somewhat annoyed that you were more interested in your phone than getting a job. "Anyway, let's just head over and see."