Week 15: fate, chance, destiny

[stareanddrive]

Fate's for pussies. You think I'mma let some old White dude in a big hooded robe with some book tell me what my life's gonna be? Fuck that. I don't let nobody stare me down, and I don't let nobody tell me what I'm gonna be. *My* choices.

Hell with that shit, dog. I don't back down for nobody. What I do's on me.

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[stareanddrive]

I am the *king* of pool. What you talking about, 'like' pool?

[redhandedrobin]

*chuckles* King, huh? Well. I play a mean game, good enough to rustle up some cash if the crowd don't know me.

[stareanddrive]

Little man, you challenging me? *wide, bright grin*

[redhandedrobin]

....Little? *eyebrows go up as he looks Rome up and down* Little.

[stareanddrive]

Hey, you shorter than me, and you younger, too. Yeah, little man, I'm calling you little.

[redhandedrobin]

By what, like'n inch? *glares* Should I be callin' you 'old man' then? *smirk, eyes twinkling through the bit of temper* I can getcha a nice cane.

[stareanddrive]

Yeah, yeah, now get your ass offa my lawn.

[redhandedrobin]

*laughs* You don't want me to try'n TP the place, do ya? Think you could catch me? *Teasing*

[stareanddrive]

You TP my garage, you gonna be lucky if all I do is catch you.

[redhandedrobin]

I would never TP a garage, man. That's a cardinal sin and I don't got good enough relations to go confess.

I'd just TP your house. That's way less a sin.

[stareanddrive]

Least you got your priorities right. Little man.

[redhandedrobin]

*raises an eyebrow* What's it gonna take for you to not call me 'little man'?

Of course I do. That's like I'd trash your living room, not your kitchen. Break your TV, not your windshield. I do have manners.

[stareanddrive]

Haven't decided that yet.

Brought up right, were you?

[redhandedrobin]

Let me know when ya do?

*Snorts* They tried real hard, and sometimes I try to make 'em proud.