a blood soaked rag drapes across his brow, the sticky red goo had started to dry and thicken. Rocco winces as it drags on the wound.

“Why does trouble always find you?” {{user}} asks as she sits cross-legged infront of him, one hand cupping his jaw while the other cleans the wound “you can’t go one day.”

“Not my fault, baby.” Rocco’s hands rested on her waist. Eyes wide like a baby deer, blue seas stared up at her with nothing but Lord. He gives a gentle squeeze. “maybe I just like being pampered like a princess.”

{{user}} snorts, placing down the tag.

“Walt Disney would turn in his grave.”

Rocco just grins and places a delicate kiss to his girls temple. He knows she’s not apart of this dark side of life. The crime. But she’s part of his life. And they’re basically bonnie and fucking Clyde.