Two updates in one month it's amazing sorry again fans I just kinda don't do well with consistent... anything anyway enjoy R&R all that jazz blah blah blah by the way if I misspell Murry's name blame spellcheck
Sly kicked his feet up on the coffee table, watching the hilarious spectacle in front of him. Bentley sat in his wheelchair his face redder than green. Penelope stood before him holding a flash drive and a few dvds that I'd rather not describe. Her arms were crossed and, the expression on her face was one of lividness. "sweetie can we talk about this in-"
"No! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"I... umm... I'm sorry?"
"you damn well better be! What is it am I not good enough?"
"No no no no not that you just don't seem to be very... enthusiastic,"
Sly decided to leave In order to grant Bentley some relief from the eyes prying into his pitiful situation. Despite Murry on the couch providing Penelope encouragement and, munching popcorn. Sly returned to his room glanced at the clock. 'first day at work in an hour... work... that's weird,' Sly shrugged of his disdain for and honest days work. And changed into a more appropriate attire for a workout a simple tank top gym short combo and walked out into the sunny California air. He simply jogged to the gym it not being far from the safehouse. When he arrived it was closed and had two hours until it opened. He entered and soon found Damian lugging weights onto the racks littered about. "ah! You're here. this is the fun part. putting the weights back out,"
Sly groaned, 'this is going to be a long day' Sly was quite right in that assumption. In a mere two hours out of six he was ready to quit. He lie on the mats pantin already having shed his shirt and gone through six water bottles. Damian squatted next to him. "Well now you get to start your workday,"
Sly groaned and got up. "Look on the bright side,"
"What would that be?"
"We get to spend the next four hours together,"
Once again Sly regretted removing his shirt and searched for something to change the subject with. "shouldn't we open up?"
Damian snapped back into the real world and smirked. Walking off drawing a key from his pocket. The next few hours passed easier as most of what sly did was help people stretch and encourage them to run or do a few more push-ups. The worst part of it was constantly feeling Damians eyes crawling down his body. By the end of the day he was eager to go back to the safehouse and play some video games with Murry. As he walked toward the door he was stopped by Damian. "hey Sly mind if I talk to you?"
Sly was immediately apprehensive to go anywhere private with him still vaguely feeling his eyes watching his every move. Despite being anything but comfortable with it he followed Damian back to his office. As soon as the door was closed and locked Damian grinned wide. "did you just assume I wouldn't recognize your name?"
Sly cocked his head and acted as confused as he could but, he knew exactly what he was talking about. "i don't know how you didn't see your wanted poster on the telephone pole outside"
'Shit' "honestly your a master thief didn't you expect someone to have seen the most wanted list?{"
"well I'd better make my escape,"
Sly leaped up diving for the door. "Wait! I don't want to take you in,"
Sly paused as his hand hit the doornob. "what?"
"i don't want to take you in and I think I know what your looking for,"
"... I'm listening,"
"i want to join you and get that money. I know they keep it there but there is nothing I can do and I've wanted a change of scenery for quite a while,"
"...I'm still listening,"
whelp there you goes sum mor stuph (I feel like dolan)
