<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/>His eyes narrowed when she flinched, though he couldn't blame her given what she had just said. It did solidify that a lie had been told though. Accidentally killing one was possible he figured, whoopsies happened. Two was unlikely, but three? He didn't buy it. The rest of the story made sense; if he couldn't teleport that's what he would have done too. Except that he didn't have a sister and didn't need to steal money. He'd have stolen the car though. Then again he would have stolen the car just for stealing its sake. But if for a moment he had been in her shoes, in the situation that she was alluding too, he figured that what she had done was a sound set of choices given the circumstances that he had available. Lie or not the memory was clearly painful and not one that she wanted to relive, and he wasn't going to be the one to force her to do so. Like she had said he was her get away, if he didn't have that going for him, what did he have?<br/><br/>He dropped the sandwich to the ground and shook his head. “Thieving? Business?” He blinked at her unsure if she was being serious or not. “No, god no. I wouldn't take you genuinely thieving anywhere!” He all but barked, though all in good fun. “Have you see your rack Dara? Have you stopped to genuinely just look at it? I have, and let me tell you that you'd attract all of the wrong kinds of attention...” He flopped and mockingly grumbled, “Thieving business with you.. Ha!”<br/><br/>“That's not what I was talking about anyway. That isn't business, that's just fun... Sure it pads the pocket book, but it isn't like I need it.” He tossed in; thinking back his life outside of the now – referring to when they got together for whatever – had never really come up. She was right. That was their thing. This whole little trip was starting to seem like a really terrible idea. This was exactly, the textbook reason why he didn't try to get in with people. What a fuck up. “I'm an oil baron... And a real estate tycoon... I think I've got my hand in the porn industry somewhere too, but who knows I try not to pay attention to it.”<br/><br/>At least he could appreciate her response to it all. Those were feelings that he could relate to on a very deep level. It's why he did what he did in general. Her ideal future though seemed so out of place, so uncharacteristic for her. Also locking her sister up seemed to imply more about her then Dara had let on before, but once again, Miles was past the point of asking. He'd screwed the pooch enough today, and it didn't deserve another fierce shafting.<br/><br/>“Me?” He blinked, and suddenly he figured that he should have known that question was coming. “Never put any thought into it, really. I suppose that I'm already doing what I want to be doing... Sometimes I think it might be nice to find a myself a woman, settling down, have some kids... raise a house. Tour the world normally. But that'll never happen. Too stale, I'd jump out of my own skin.” He shrugged, “And it probably doesn't matter. Sooner or later some one is going to catch up with me. Be it some pissed off guy I've stolen something important from, some government or Tac 6... Some one is going to catch me, and it'll be out of my hands after that.”