The Criminals (RP)

•Renae•

•she quickly opens her eyes and rubs her neck still feeling the pain of his grip•

 

(Tarragon and Dawson are talking, and Troy and Renae had a tiny spat, but they're better now.)

 

Dawson: Why not?

 

(I thought Troy died... -.-)

 

Tarragon: sighs. "Because, I have nothing to talk about."

 

( ya )

 

[Well he didn't...]

 

Dawson: I'm sure you could find something to talk about

 

(no really? -sarcasm- I missed that part!)

 

Tarragon: rolls eyes. "Like what? Family? Friends? I don't have any."

 

[Just telling you!]

 

Dawson: Or maybe you could talk about sports, books, movies, food, cell phones, cheese, mountain bikes, pajamas, there are endless topics

 

Tarragon: mumbles. "If I knew anything about them."

 

Dawson: I'm sure you know something about food

 

Tarragon: checks watch. Walks past Dawson. "Well, can't say it's been fun, but I gotta go."

 

Dawson: Where ya going?

 

Tarragon: shrugs. "Wherever I feel like."

 

Dawson: Well then why do you have to go?

 

Tarragon: stops. "So I don't attract attention."

 

Dawson: I think we're fine.