"You don't understand, its simple really-" (OXO, very dark, CLOSED)

"promise?" He held out his pinky.

He hooks the other’s pinky with his own, “Yes.”

"alright, I will try to sleep" He huffed, closing his eyes.

Az watches, silent.

Trickster slowly falls asleep, relaxing against Carmen.

Az plays with his hair, humming softly.

(Im not sure what to do with sleeping bean)

(I can’t think of anything. . .)

(Rip. What happens next?)

(I don’t know. Having a shitty day. I was thinking maybe finds out Az/Carmen is actually an undercover cop after a while? Idk-)

(Yeah, wasnt sure how that would happen)

(I’m thinking he’s talking to a ‘friend’ and Ty/Trick overhears? OF course they would use Az’s code name Scapegoat?)

(That would work, T likes to know everything about someone he has claimed at all times)

(Possessive much, lol)

(So. . . Do we wanna time skip about a month or so?)

(Yeah he is lol, yeah we can)

Az sighs, leaning back in his seat and murmuring softly to the girl he was sitting next to, shaking his head when she asks him a question. “Scapegoat. You need to work faster. Honestly, get the job done. You have another one waiting on you.”

He sighs, slumming back and rolling his eyes.

Trickster, who had not let Carmen leave his sight for long was watching Carmen from a few feet away, he was trying to decide if the girl was a threat or not, and was very confused when she called Carmen Scapegoat

The girl scowls, “Get it done, Scapegoat. We need him behind bars, finish the job before they send someone else after him.”

Az feels his jaw tighten, “I’m doing the best I can. Don’t push it, Hawke.”

Trickster leaned closer to hear more, knocking over the trash can he was hiding behind and quickly dove behind a wall.

Hawke’s gaze snaps up, and she stands slightly.

Az stands, frowning and then sighs, flopping back down, “Don’t worry, I’ll have it to you soon.”

The girl nods, “Good.”

Trickster let out a sigh, he had almost been caught. He twirled his knife as he waited for Carmen to leave. They were supposed to meet up later to talk.

Az sighs, looking at the girl before shaking his head and getting up, walking away.

Hawke watches him and then pulls her phone out, “Hey, It’s Hawke. I don’t think Scapegoat can finish the gob, hire the other guy.” She hangs up and leaves.

Trickster hops up and goes to the cafe that Tyler works at. Trickster never did any of the working, people would end up dead. He sat at the table outside, drumming his fingers on the table.

Az walks over, smiling and tilting his head slightly, “Hey.” He sits down.

"Heelllooo~ Carmen what have you been up to today?" Trickster grinned drumming his hands on his thighs.

Az sits down, humming, “I had a meet up with my friend. It’s been a while since I saw her and she was wanting to commission my art, but she’s on a strict timeline.” He sighs heavily.

“And I already have a few to get done before I get to hers. . . So. . .“

"Oh. Thats fun. Do you have an artist name, like that you put on your art? Or is it just Carmen" Trickster tilted his head.

Az frowns, “Why? I have an old nickname, but not many people call me by it.”

"What's your old nickname?" Trickster leaned forward "Scapegoat? That seems like a very odd nickname for you"