Might as well be prying teeth... (Donations with Gig)

[ihartsweetcurry]

[It takes a bit to clean off the graffiti to see where Gig is staying. And even longer to get to the place without molestation getting harassed.]

Okay Thomas, you can do this. Surely he can't be that bad.

[Knock Knock Knockknock.]

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[maddestofthemad]

Yeah, the hell do you want? Whatever you're selling, I don't want any. Unless it's hotpods... then I might consider it.

[ihartsweetcurry]

[He swallowed, and takes a deep breath. Might as well get it over with]

Er... actually, I'm no-not selling anything. Well, I got put on an assignment.

[He shut his eyes]

Ba-basically they ask me if you wo-would like to donate something to charity?

[maddestofthemad]

...Me? Donate? You've gotta be freakin' kidding me. Unless you want me to donate my ability to kill you, you've got three seconds to run before I decide to do it anyway.

[ihartsweetcurry]

[he takes some cautious steps back. He knew this was a bad idea]

Well - nevermind, have a go-good day.