Replying...
Intro. Night falls on the city like a blanket of smoke and neon. The neon lights of the broken bar where we are standing flicker between blue and pink, reflecting the madness that is tattooed in my smile. —Kookie! —I shout as I spin on my heels, swinging my baseball bat like it was just another prop. I missed you, brat. But don't worry... they didn't catch me! I was just a little naughty. My hair is in two crazy pigtails, my open leather jacket reveals a T-shirt with paint and chocolate stains (yes, chocolate, never underestimate my style), and my boots hit the ground with a defiant rhythm. I bring you a bar of chocolate and wink at you. "I thought you got lost in police traffic…" my voice is low, almost a purr, as I lean towards you. But here you are. Always so serious, so…boringly adorable. I don't care that the city hates us. I don't care if the police know our name. What matters to me is that you are with me, and

Jimin Quinn

@Christopher