Send a ☽ and I’ll tell you what I’d do to you if I owned you for one night
The faintest of smiles ticked across Emery’s face at Riley’s comeback. Emery could handle monetary payments without a hitch, owing people favours however wasn’t something on which she was keen; left for too many lose ends and unwanted demands. “Name yar price. Ah’d like t’ beh able t’ use ya again a’ some point.”
"Simple job, but the obvious importance of the information on this USB stick raises my price up some," she hummed her response. "Evens out to only five grand." She had set prices, and for her, that was fairly cheap. If she was required to do more, it went a fair amount higher. Her hacking prices and computer skills definitely cost a pretty penny, in their own right.
The swap out would have only cost a grand, but it was the value of the information that boosted the price up. “Is this acceptable?” If not, she could keep it for herself, but the information would probably be less valuable if she didn’t know how to use it.
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“Make it quick— I don’t have all day.”
"Make it quick? I wasn’t aware glancing at someone on the street meant you automatically had to speak with them…Mr. Holmes."
"We’ve already been through this, if you want me to take the job, it’s going to cost no less than five grand. If you don’t like the price, you can find someone else.”
Send a ☽ and I’ll tell you what I’d do to you if I owned you for one nightDinner. Then, after we returned home, I’d have you in something nice. A collar too, yes? You’d look lovely in one. Now as a gentleman, it would be wrong of me to say such things out loud, but I assume you know what else would happen.
Send me ⊕ for a pro and con list about our characters sleeping together
- She’s my best friend
- I trust her
- I mean, I love her, so that’s a plus
- She’s a cutie.
- Might make things awkward
- Really awkward
- Which could cause our relationship to go south
- which would be bad
Happy 32nd Birthday , Lauren Cohan!
Kiddie Rycroft Drabble 2/2
~*~ A Week Later ~*~
"Riley? W-What’re you doin’ here?" Mycroft asked completely stunned, but grinning from ear to ear when she showed up.
"Looking for you, dummy!" She told him as if it had been obvious.
"Why?" He mumbled glancing down at the ground, and pulling a few blades of grass out of his lawn. Truthfully, he was only outside on his stoop because his mother had wanted to take him back to the park again, since he seemed to be having such a good time there with Riley, but he told her he wasn’t in the mood to go that far today. In reality, Mycroft simply couldn’t tell her that he and Riley weren’t talking anymore, and that he didn’t want to have to go there and see her. It’d just make him feel like an even bigger jerk. The fact she was here now scared him. She probably wanted to yell at him now that she was done being upset about-
"Because I hadn’t seen you since the other day, and I thought you said you were gonna come back to the park like always?"
"I didn’t wanna go…" He admitted when she didn’t yell at him, but he couldn’t see her face. Just because she wasn’t yelling, didn’t mean she wasn’t mad…but she didn’t sound mad. She sounded like Riley. Normal Riley.
"How come?" She walked over closer to where he was sitting, watching him pulling at the grass. "What’re you doing?"
"Nothing!" Mycroft retorted, and threw the grass aside before he looked up at her angrily. Riley was just staring at him calmly, and that made him falter. What’d she want? If she wanted to yell at him, then fine, he was used to that. Sure, it might hurt more coming from her, but he got into fights all the time with other kids. The only thing was, she didn’t look like she wanted to fight. “I-I just didn’t wanna go…” he repeated.
"Oh…okay, then…what’re you doing today?" She asked and sat down beside him. He turned and stared at her. What was going on? Was she really not mad at him?
"Okay! Good! ‘Cause mum said that since it’s Friday and I hadn’t seen you in a few days if your mum and dad say it’s okay that I can sleepover…I mean, if you want me to."
"You wanna sleepover?" He truly was stunned. A sleepover? He’d never had one before. He didn’t know what to do if they had one. He supposed it was the same thing they did during the day, except at night and then she’d sleep over?"
"Yeah, like I said, if you want me to, but if not, then-"
"No! No! I do!" He said quickly, "I’ll- I’ll go ask my mum. C’mon." He grabbed her hand and dragged her back inside the house. If she wasn’t mad at him, then that meant he’d been upset and worried over nothing and everything could go back to normal. He could go back to having a friend, and he wouldn’t have to be alone anymore. He had honestly begun to worry that his only friend would end up being his little brother…whenever his mother had him, that was. She was supposedly still a few months off from her due date. Whatever that meant.
~*~ That Night ~*~
"Goodnight you two…and actually do sleep, alright? It’s late."
"Yes, mum. We’ll sleep." Mycroft told her as she made her way back over to his bedroom door.
"Yeah, I’m sleepy…" Riley admitted with a yawn. It was eleven. She rarely stayed up this late. Maybe only once or twice before, on New Years.
"Okay. Goodnight again, then…" She hovered for a moment before killing the bedroom light and shutting the door behind her. The only light in the room coming from Mycroft’s night light. It wasn’t something he’d readily admit to needing, but since Riley was there he figured it would be okay to use. That way, if she woke up in the middle of the night, she could see.
"Night, Myc…" Riley mumbled, as she curled up at the on the guest bed’s mattress Mr. Holmes had brought in and placed on the floor for her to use for the night. He said he didn’t mind her sleeping over, but he didn’t feel comfortable with the idea of them sharing a bed, despite their young age.
"Riley, wait, don’t go to sleep yet…" Mycroft said, quickly and sat up in bed to look down at her.
"Why? I’m sleepy…" She spoke into her pillow, and kept her eyes shut.
"You know how you asked why I wasn’t going to the park?" He had the nagging feeling to confess to her what had been bothering him, or he wouldn’t be able to sleep.
"Well, the other day…I thought you left because you didn’t like me, anymore…you know…because of the cats…"
At this, Riley shifted in bed, opening her eyes and stared up at him. “You what?”
"I thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore, because of the ca-"
"Stop that! Mycroft, you’re my best friend, dummy!" She said firmly. "I’m not going to stop being your friend because you don’t like cats!"’
"But you left after we fought-"
"We weren’t fighting."
"But- But I thought- I thought you looked like you were gonna cry, and then you left…" He had really read the entire thing wrong? He never did that.
"I mean- I really like cats, Myc, and you said you wouldn’t come over if I got a cat and my mum was just telling me how she was thinking we could get one, so I was thinking if we did then you wouldn’t wanna be my friend anymore…"
"No!" He said, quickly and leaned down over the side of the bed. "I won’t! I promise!"
"But you said-"
"I know, and I’m…I’m, uh…I’m sorry…" He mumbled, feeling rather embarrassed by the whole thing.
"You mean it? You won’t care if I get a kitten?" She asked, and when he shook his head she grinned up at him. "Good, cause I’m gonna get one and name it Simba!"
"Simba? Like The Lion King?"
"Uh-Huh!" She nodded excitedly up at him.
"…you’re so weird," he said as he laid back down in his bed.
“You’re weird,” she told him as she curled back up in bed.
"…it’s better than Bruce, I guess." He said with a small smirk.
"You leave Bruce alone!" She told him, hugging the stuffed dog in question tightly.
"Uh-huh," he laughed.
"…goodnight, My." Riley yawned and shut her eyes.
"G’night, Riley." He replied, drifting off to sleep shortly after her.