[ And just like that, Riley does as instructed. She gets the legs, Cairo gets the arms, and all the while she does not look at the multiple stab wounds that she inflicted on a perfectly nice young man's chest.
Mitsuki's blood has started to dry, but little bits still drip as they walk. If his torso dips one way or another, blood runs under his shirt down his back. They'll clean the trail up later, Riley tells herself. If they can make everything look chaotic, if they can keep their cool, then it'll be okay.
Or... Or maybe— ]
Cairo. [ A little breathless, as they're halfway to the fountain. ] Should...we try and frame someone?
[ The trepidation in her voice is palpable. It's not just the memories of framing Mattie, sending an innocent girl to prison for the crimes she herself did, it's that fucking jerk who tried framing Riley herself just two weeks ago. Cairo hadn't exactly been quiet about Riley's past...mistakes, and, well.
Joe Goldberg was nice to her.
Riley thought, perhaps, that kindness was sincere, until then. ]
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Mitsuki's blood has started to dry, but little bits still drip as they walk. If his torso dips one way or another, blood runs under his shirt down his back. They'll clean the trail up later, Riley tells herself. If they can make everything look chaotic, if they can keep their cool, then it'll be okay.
Or... Or maybe— ]
Cairo. [ A little breathless, as they're halfway to the fountain. ] Should...we try and frame someone?
[ The trepidation in her voice is palpable. It's not just the memories of framing Mattie, sending an innocent girl to prison for the crimes she herself did, it's that fucking jerk who tried framing Riley herself just two weeks ago. Cairo hadn't exactly been quiet about Riley's past...mistakes, and, well.
Joe Goldberg was nice to her.
Riley thought, perhaps, that kindness was sincere, until then. ]