30 day video game challenge → day 30
your favorite game of all time
∟ red dead redemption (2010)
He burst out laughing, “Ya stole it? Ahahaha! Those ovahpriced bastards had it coming! Ya shoulda went for broke!”
Ricardo glanced down at the card and gave a small chuckle, perking an eyebrow slightly at the money that fell out, “I bettah not spend that all in one place.”
Still he couldn’t help but get that unusual feeling of duty to at least reciprocate some of what he got for him..even if it had been stolen.
He unwrapped it with surprising care considering the type of person he was and opened the box. His expression shifted slightly as he looked at it, realizing right away what it was. The businessman lifted the suit out of the box as he stared at it. It was more than he could have imagined. It was truly the first gift he’d gotten in a few years besides the forced “secret Santas” that TriCell would occasionally hold and he was always stuck with something stupid like a cheap plastic cat paperweight or a singing reindeer plush.
His expression almost lingered on touched before he cleared his throat, “Alright..that must have cost ya a few paychecks.” The card had flopped out to the side as he grabbed it and opened it.
"I’m sure you’re going ta expect something in retoin, aren’t cha?"
Oh lord..Ricardo didn’t even know what Gem’d like. How the hell do you shop for fanged females anyways?
“‘Acquiyah’ it howevah you like,” he said, “It’s gonna be drunk even if ya steal it from an orphan.”
Not that Ricardo would actually prefer that, mind you. Even he drew the line somewhere. That somewhere happened to be said orphans but he doubted most were little precocious singing redheads. “If that’s what you were waitin’ on, you’re gonna be here for quite some time,” he scoffed, “I’m not gonna be beggin’, especially not for somethin’ I wasn’t expecting.”
His life? He’d be begging on his hands and knees for that. Money, too, would probably have him begging, but for now he felt like he was the one in control so out came his confidence. He took the gift from her and began to unwrap it, honestly not having the slightest clue what it could possibly be.
"No, I didn’t," he answered honestly. No one ever did anything nice for him or even somewhat polite and the Brooklynite had become somewhat used to it. It didn’t mean he accepted it, though. He wasn’t exactly the kind of person someone would go out of their way for.
"Maybe if I had some spirits I’d get inta the spirit," he said with a weak smirk, "I don’t know. For all I could guess ya lobbed someone’s arm off and stuck it in there."
Ricardo gave her a small stare, “What? Are ya expectin’ a ‘pretty please with sugar on top an’ a cherry in the middle’ sort of shit? Just how long have ya known me by now, dawl?”
He glowered as she pulled it out of his reach. “Alright, St. Nick,” he mocked, then gave a subtle eyebrow raise, “So Christmas has come early, eh? What did I possibly do ta get on your good list? Not die?”
Ricardo listened to the light rustling inside the box as he gave a nonchalant shrug, “It wouldn’t happen ta be a tie, would it?”
He scoffed, “Even as a kid I nevah was on Santa’s ‘good list’.”
The businessman rounded the kitchen counter and plopped down on the couch. He set his feet on the coffee table and watched Gem out of the corner of his eye. While it was indeed an interesting little trick of hers, Ricardo wasn’t one to overthink that. After all, he had begrudgingly come to accept the peculiarities of the woman and all that she entailed.
"Oh? Didja have ta rob a bank? Maybe alter the universe ta get it?" he laughed and made a grab for the package.
It had been a nice couple of weeks; quiet, uneventful, and for once in his miserable existence he felt..normal. Of course, normal is all relative when you’re a bio-weapon dealer, but the point still stands. He shrugged off his heavy leather jacket, not paying any heed to the lights as he went to the kitchen to grab a beer.
It took him a few seconds before he did a double-take at Gem and frowned, “Yea..I’m thinkin’ about sleeping the entiyah day. That would be a great fuckin’ present right there.” He popped the beer can open and took a sip and gestured at her, “Get the teasin’ ovah with..I’m sure you’re dyin’ ta do so.”