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priscaTitle: Always in trouble
Character: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Word Count: 208
Prompt: trouble
Rating: PG13
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Kurdy stared at the little guy in front of him, frowning. His coat was torn, a bloody scratch on his temple. Nothing serious, but he wondered what it had been this time. Smith seemed to ask for trouble; constantly interfering everywhere without being asked for help, and his strange talk about being on God's mission was not very helpful, too.
Honestly, Kurdy would have preferred not to have him as his new partner. He was sick of playing the guard of this weirdo, who insisted that it was his job to keep an eye on him, Kurdy, as if he was the one who needed a babysitter.
„We need to go,“ Smith said, throwing his backpack on the backseat of the jeep. „It's too late. I guess the man we were looking for has already left Clearwater.“
„You guess,“ Kurdy snarled, inwardly cringing.
Smith shrugged. „He will cause even more damage when we don't hurry up. We should go westwards, and maybe we will be able to prevent the worst this time.“
Kurdy pulled his face, refusing to ask where this idea had come from. Actually, it didn't matter where they would go to. It would lead to any kind of trouble, al least that could be taken for granted.
Character: Mr. Smith, Kurdy Malloy
Word Count: 208
Prompt: trouble
Rating: PG13
:::
Kurdy stared at the little guy in front of him, frowning. His coat was torn, a bloody scratch on his temple. Nothing serious, but he wondered what it had been this time. Smith seemed to ask for trouble; constantly interfering everywhere without being asked for help, and his strange talk about being on God's mission was not very helpful, too.
Honestly, Kurdy would have preferred not to have him as his new partner. He was sick of playing the guard of this weirdo, who insisted that it was his job to keep an eye on him, Kurdy, as if he was the one who needed a babysitter.
„We need to go,“ Smith said, throwing his backpack on the backseat of the jeep. „It's too late. I guess the man we were looking for has already left Clearwater.“
„You guess,“ Kurdy snarled, inwardly cringing.
Smith shrugged. „He will cause even more damage when we don't hurry up. We should go westwards, and maybe we will be able to prevent the worst this time.“
Kurdy pulled his face, refusing to ask where this idea had come from. Actually, it didn't matter where they would go to. It would lead to any kind of trouble, al least that could be taken for granted.