Brink growled at the suggestion, "yeah somehow I think he'd be dead before that would happen. Just a hunch."
The Next Generation
** look if I tur myself in to the asylum now you both wiol be fine if im lucky they'll kill me"**
"come now kitty cat, you'd have to be Quinn insane to get in there. Plus, they know you. They'd just send you to the GCPD." Brink sighed and hung upside-down from the pipes, probably not a good idea for his headache but whatever.
" not if I don't fight im me Willing to put up a fight**
"either way, they'll just turn you on to the cops." Brink let the slinky bouce from his hand "no one gives themselves up willingly to that he'll hole."
" oh really well I see it three ways I turn myself in I kil myself or you can fli9 my switch shutting off love for me" she said.
"you clearly don't understand the concepts of love, kitty. You can't just stop loving another person because someone tells out too, nor does love switch off and on like a light switch."
" have you been inside mty head" she texted
"have you been in mine? You really don't wanna be."
"Right now or ever
"maybe one day. You'll just have to wait a bit." Brink dropped down to the floor after straightening himself out and walked the corridors of the hospital, taking anything that Jay might find useful
Vanessa sighed seeing a knife on the counter
Brink made it back the room they were in before with an arm full of supplies
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"Hello there idiot." Jay mumbled not looking over.
"hey, this idiot found medical supplies in the dark." He muttered, setting the supplies down and hopping on the counter
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"Good for you?" Jay asked then got up and looked at the supplies.
"not really but sure," brink shrugged "anything interesting?"
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"Well, you got drugs, more rubbing alcohol… and a bag of what I believe is goldfish…"
Brinked perked up from his seat on the counter "what kind?" He asked
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"What kind of what. You must be more specific." Jay replied
Brink rolled his eyes "goldfish, I don't do drugs, not that I need them to have the same effects, and don't drink so obviously, Goldfish,"
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Jay nodded. "Well I don't do drugs and don't suggest drinking rubbing alcohol." Jay ate a goldfish and glared at the bag. "Pizza flavor."
She slowly walked over and picked up the kn7fe twirling it in her hand
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"Don't stab you thigh, eye, or pie, with that." Jay said handing the goldfish to Brink.
Brink glanced up and took the goldfish, storing them in a cabinet above him and crossing his arms over his chest, silently watching
"it's a good thing we have more supplies." Brink deadpanned, his eyes darkening.
"No I just want to watch the blood drip from my hand" she said.
"Fake blood is better." Brink muttered, jumping down from the counter