He snorted. "The other gangs can Try, I suppose." he replied, shaking hsi head.
Futuristic little red riding hood (O/O)
Elissa scrunched her eyebrows in thought, wondering why her being kept here mattered. Perhaps they wanted to recruit her, or her family had ties to the gang? There was obviously a reason they killed her grandmother, so maybe that was the reason she was still there. It couldn’t be some odd fascination on the Wolf’s part, could it?
Fox closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a faint breath. "Anyway, you're perfectly safe in the cell, you know."
Elissa’s eyes snapped back over to Fox’s direction. “Safe?” She almost laughed. Her neat little room was safe. Her favorite coffee shop was safe. This cell, surrounded by all of these criminals, this was not safe. Though Elissa supposed being in here was probably safer than being on the other side of the cell door.
"Well yeah. Nobody's going to touch you in there unless Dmitri let's them." He replied with a shrug. "Safer than you'd be out there."
“I suppose you have a point,” Elissa agreed, running a hand through her hair. “I wonder what he’s planning, anyway.” She didn’t know much about the gang, and was apprehensive when thinking about it still. Well, and distressed, for obvious reasons.
Fox shrugged a little bit. "Of course I have a point. And…yeah, I don't know." He replied. "I don't really ever know what's going on in his mind."
Elissa frowned. Her stomach released a growl and she blushed, brushing a lock of dark hair behind her ear. “Well, I hope they feed us soon.”
Fox blinked. "I'm sure they will. Eventually." He replied with a shrug. "You aren't going to be starved to death, anyway."
"Well, that's a relief, I guess," Elissa responded with a laugh that sounded a bit forced. "I'd like to not starve to death. I would hope that you'd want to keep your prisoner alive."
Fox chuckled a little bit. "Mhm." He replied with a little shrug. "Don't need to worry about that."
"So," Elissa began, not really sure how to bring this up in conversation. This guy didn't seem awful when she was talking to him like this, but he was still a murderer and every part of Elissa was angry at herself for even beginning to try and get comfortable with him. "Why–" Her voice broke. "Why did you kill my grandmother?" She did her best not to cry again, making an embarrassing sniffling noise. Her words sounded angry as well this time, not merely conversational like she had been previously.
Fox blinked slowly. "I…she had connections to the old Pack. To Dmitri's father." He replied. "At least, that's what Dmitri told us."
"Oh," sighed Elissa, still a mixture of angry and sad. She wished she could say that she was completely surprised, but while Elissa had never thought her grandmother would be a part of anything like this, something had always nagged at her. Somehow Elissa had known there was more to her dear old granny than was on the surface. "I see."
Fox nodded a little. "He's wiping out he old regime, one at a time." He replied, shrugging his shoulders a little bit.
“So he’s been killing other people’s grandparents too? What, because they wronged him years ago?” Elissa demanded, her anger igniting for a moment before she sighed again. “Though I suppose some of them could still be active. I don’t even know if my own grandmother was still part of…this.”
"Most of them aren't grandparents. This isn't the kind of life most people choose to bring children into." He shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "Isn't the kind a lot of people find love in, either. A good fuckbuddy maybe, but not love."
Elissa practically had to bite her tongue to avoid saying something stupid to that. She only had hazy memories of her mother, coupled with what little her father had told Elissa about the woman who had brought her into the world. Despite that, some instinct flared in Elissa to defend her. Her father always sounded more than just fond of her when he spoke of Elissa’s mother, if his story of why she wasn’t around anymore was shaky. Had she been involved with these people too? Though Elissa supposed that she couldn’t say much to defend her grandfather having never known the man.
“I wouldn’t know much about that, but I guess this is my crash course,” Elissa responded, a touch bitterly now. It was her own fault that she had been dragged into this after all, but Elissa was never good at backing down from a fight.
Fox shrugged a little bit. "Mhm." he replied, looking over at her. "Well, some people find love, but that really isn't a priority in this life."
“I can imagine,” Elissa said quietly, finger combing her long, wavy hair. She bit her lip.
Fox nodded a little, going quiet. He looked up at the ceiling, sighing softly.
Elissa sat there for several minutes, lost in thought. She wasn’t sure what to think of the conversation that they had just had. She hoped that some form of food would arrive soon, as her stomach growled a second time.
After a bit, the doors were opened and somebody set plates of food with a glass of water each inside their cells. Fox sat up.
Elissa smiled, relieved to finally be eating. She hadn’t realized how good she had it with her father, eating three meals a day at fairly regular hours. She quickly began eating.
Fox took his food and started eating calmly, holding the plate in his lap as he did.
Elissa practically wolfed her food down, drinking the water slowly in an attempt to savor it. Her chapped lips and dry mouth practically sang from the taste of it. However, the food and water were gone all too soon.
Fox finished up his food and water, and leaned back in his seat, sighing softly and shaking his head a little bit.
Elissa smiled slightly from the feeling of being full, which was nice. It now seemed like a good thing that she had such a small appetite most of the time. She let out a sigh as well, giving a soft laugh when it was right after Fox's. Of course, now she didn't have anything to do.
Fox glanced over at her at the laugh, then looked up at the ceiling, shaking his head a little bit. "You alright, girlie?"
"Not in the slightest," Elissa responded, glancing over. She wasn't sure how to feel right now, the events that led up to this seeming even more implausible every time she pictured it.