kiwi kills the engine on her motorbike, peering down the street.

at you.

sitting there on the curb, looking defeated and annoyed and tired.

kiwi couldn’t care less about you, honestly, but she couldn’t help the nagging feeling that there was more to you than it seemed. she was free, she had no more jobs for the day.

one conversation couldn’t hurt, right?

kiwi moves to plonk herself next to you silently, peering at your exhausted expression.

“…so,” she drawls in a monotonous tone, “whats got you down in the dumps, huh?”