<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>-<br/><hr/>“Well that's darker then I expected,” He said with a furrowed brow, mulling the words over. How did one accidentally kill multiple people? He wasn't aware of the full scope of what she could do, but he had a pretty good idea; he didn't suspect that she was executing people with it, accidentally or otherwise. “Well that explains a lot about why you like hanging out with me. Fugitives on the run... Causing even more trouble. I let you embrace that bad girl side you can't do in case the man catches you!” Miles was a career criminal, a thief no less; once upon a time he had done so without the aid of teleportation. He was no stranger to lying, to deceit. He knew it because he did it, and this sounded like a lie. He couldn't be sure of what, which part or even if it was the whole thing that was a lie but he was confident that it was indeed an untruth. He had no intention of calling her on it though, he wasn't going to pry. If she felt the need to lie to him she no doubt had her reasons. Still, it sucked in a very stingy kind of way.<br/><br/>With that in the air though, it felt like back tracking onto any of the previous topics was out of place. This was why he didn't stick around people – that was a lie, he didn't stick around people because they were boring, but in this case it was attachment. Where exactly where they supposed to go from there? He casually reached for the sandwich that he'd set aside and held it out to her. “Should eat, how long has it been?” With his other hand he reached for one piece of the sliced melon in the bowl and dropped it into his mouth. He really had been hungry when he vanished earlier.<br/><br/>He grabbed another melon bit and chomped on it before having totally finished the first.<br/><br/>Miles was too laid back to get angry, but he really didn't know how to handle her at this point. She was rebuffing him at every turn and seemed not to want to open up. Which was fine of course, it wasn't as it was wounding him any, but it did draw a very clear picture in his head of whatever it was that they had. He swallowed the two mashed up pieces of melon and reached for another, “My guys tell me I need to focus more on business. They say all this traveling I do makes me look like a fool to my investors and the various boards and committees...” He trailed, it was really an unimportant problem in the big scheme of things. “I thought about slowing down. Maybe going and taking care of it... It's just not in me though. I know that. I couldn't sit still long enough, to be there day in and day out. Call me if something major, I mean massive is going on... Otherwise just figure it out. Isn't that what I pay them for?”<br/><br/>A little shrug against the blanket and he sighed, “Want to come run a business for me? You and your sister both. You get to move to Australia. Enjoy warm beaches, hot guys, great accents, make more money then you know what to do with.” He mused out loud, knowing full well that she'd have the same problem in that sort of life that he did.<br/><br/>“What uh... What do you want to do, Dara?” He said, finally, turning his head to face her again while ripping off half the melon piece he had. “I mean, in the end. I don't think Womb Emergency is going to last forever, and even if they did... Is that what you want to do for the rest of your life?”