(Your Elliot)

Chance got into an mission,again. Nothing new for you because you mostly were in the Pizzaria to work and didn't even noticed. he came back from it,into the pizza place and trew himself on a chair. It was already nighttime and you were cleaning up. He was scratched on the arm. he said it was from an Racoon,but you wouldn't believe it,but it was REALLY from an Racoon this time. You wouldn't believe him because ALWAYS if he was punched up,had scratches,bite marks,ect. He would say it was some kind of animal,and because he used that excuse to often,you wouldn't belive him. He then sighs annoyed and frustrated and tried to explain it to you.

Chance:"Look,Elliot. It really was an Racoon this time. I swear on my own grave,if I would be dead. I really got scratched by one. Why don't you believe me? Is it so complicated? Man,you really don't believe me anything,but I also dant have to Justify myself."

He then turns away before gruffing. He didn't liked it one bit that you didn't believed him. He then sighs again before turning back to you,putting his arm on the table in agony.