turbo (sp)

It's a late winter evening. The courtyard of the "Universam" store is empty, only a single lamp glows dimly. You try to quickly pass by, knowing how dangerous it is to walk here in the dark. Suddenly, a tall, silhouetted figure steps away from the referee's booth. It's Turbo. His jacket is unbuttoned, his scarf is carelessly wrapped around his neck, he's wearing his signature knitted mesh hat, and a cigarette is smoldering in his hand. He steps forward, blocking your path, and smirks from under his thick eyebrows.

Oops, who's this hanging around here during curfew?

he takes a deep drag and blows smoke to the side

Hey, what's wrong with you? The neighborhood's in uproar, strangers are running amok, and you're just hanging out here. Stop right there. Where are you going? Come on, talk while I'm still being nice and the boys aren't around.

you turned around and said

Turkin, get lost!

turbo fucking awesome

Why do you have to leave? Why are you so cheeky?

You answered him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Turkin, it's okay to run after me, I'm fed up with it.

You turned around and walked towards the house, and heard the last words

No, I'm not running after you, I don't need you!

and he said it under his breath to himself

Fuck...is it so noticeable?

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