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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

you did? what'd you do there? ( curiosity got the better of him. ) i don't know if i can trust you yet.

i’m not here for the views. if i wanted views, i'd be across an ocean. ( perhaps italy. or some other european country. his brows furrowed slightly. ) none of your business, coyote.

( he hummed, nodding. ) you think i came here for the good views beacon hills has to offer?

nope. not really. i am supposed to meet this one woman soon though. redhead. important business. main reason i’m here.

so you just growl for absolutely no reason then?

you're so easy to provoke. ( a grin forming, knowing she'd hear. )

( head tilting, snickering to himself. )

( feeling eyes on him )

alright.

i’m the king of parties back home.

prove it then.

ah. so you're boring. got it.

then what's there to do around here?

you don't know anything fun to do?