"No. Killing is no fun." With that reassuring answer, Barty reached for one of the sandwiches and handed it to Bill. "That's just ham and cheese." Fancy ham, fancy cheese, fancy bread and fancy sauce, but it was still a simple ham and cheese sandwich in the end. Perhaps a bit healthier and hopefully a lot tastier, because it was undeniably expensive.
"I like you, Bill. So I see no reason to kill you. Now or later."
"Would you let me go? I won't tell anyone, trust me. I don't deal with coppers. And I got work soon, you know? And I wanna keep my job. I need the money. I'm dead broke, that's why I was looking around. It weren't personal, mate." He figured Barty knew that by now, he doubted it changed anything. Barty wanted to play with him, he was having fun so he supposed the party had no reason to stop.
He took the sandwich and had a bite, wincing because damn, his jaw was tender as hell. It was good though, real fancy. The bread was all tough and weird. Probably fancy. "I don't take much. I wouldn't have used the card for more than like, I don't know, a thousand? Max. And you got a black card so that's like nothing to you."
"That's true. Money is easy to come by." And he didn't consider a thousand a huge loss, even if he knew it'd be a huge gain for Bill. "Darling, don't make me break your heart again. Didn't I make it clear already that you are mine and will stay mine?"
He had no intention of letting Bill go. He liked having him around, already. "It was personal for me. Picking you. I wanted it to be you." He had known where he worked and strongly suspected the whole thievery angle. It had still worked out more beautifully than he could have imagined in the end. "Why steal socks? I've been wondering."
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"I like you, Bill. So I see no reason to kill you. Now or later."
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He took the sandwich and had a bite, wincing because damn, his jaw was tender as hell. It was good though, real fancy. The bread was all tough and weird. Probably fancy. "I don't take much. I wouldn't have used the card for more than like, I don't know, a thousand? Max. And you got a black card so that's like nothing to you."
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He had no intention of letting Bill go. He liked having him around, already. "It was personal for me. Picking you. I wanted it to be you." He had known where he worked and strongly suspected the whole thievery angle. It had still worked out more beautifully than he could have imagined in the end. "Why steal socks? I've been wondering."