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Promise Me Part 2 {Reggie Mantle x Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2244 Summary: Some people aren’t taking the kindest to your budding relationship. Sequel to Promise Me, Part 1 Found Here (X)

The only thing better than hanging out with Reggie at school was the reactions from the other students. Especially your ex boyfriend Sweet Pea. Karma came around and knocked him off of his ass, just as you were hoping. Her summer fling, Josie, had dumped him for Archie Andrews, just the way that he had dumped you for her. A petty side of you was happy about that. He deserved it. He got to be grumpy around the halls of Riverdale High while you walked around with Reggie following you like some kind of lovesick puppy. After you had taken him out for his birthday, showed him a good time with a bunch of drag Queens and sugary alcohol-free drinks, he’d taken to you even more. Didn’t even complain when he had to ride bitch on the back of your motorcycle back to your snug little town.

“Are you ready for the test today?” Reggie asked, somewhat sarcastically. You had been blowing him off lately to study for this exam. You really needed to do well on it to pass this class, since you had been just cruising through it instead of trying. It was now or never.

You took your study notes out of your pocket, where they had been crumpled up for a couple of hours, and slammed them down on the cafeteria table. “You have no idea how ready I am, Mantle.” You said with a smirk. You flattered out the pieces of paper and went right back to studying them while Reggie sat beside you and made sure that your hair didn’t get into your food. You were eating without paying attention, and if he hadn’t stepped in, you probably would have eaten a lock or two. You were appreciative of it, but never knew how to show that sort of thing.

You never thought that this would have worked out. Reggie, with his range of emotions - most of them fueled by negativity, like jealousy and arrogance but once in a while, he showed you something nice. Meanwhile, your brother Jughead had once complained that you had the emotional range of a knife. But yet there was something between you two. Something more than you had ever felt with Sweet Pea. This in no way felt like a relationship out of convenience.

“When you pass, I’ll take you out to Pop’s, we’ll get milkshakes,” Reggie said, clipping your hair back for the upteenth time.

“Yay, another milkshake,” You said, deadpan as always. “We always go for milkshakes, Reg, I think that this deserves something a little more special. What about our secret place?”

“What, you showed him your stupid secret place?”A voice came from behind you. You didn’t have to turn around to know that it was Sweet Pea. Now that he didn’t have Josie to focus on, his attention had been on you again. Love notes, flowers, trying to sit next to you in class. You had told him to fuck off so many times, it might as well have become your catchphrase. But there he was, always there, right out of the corner of your eye, listening to everything that you were saying. “I’ve known you forever and you never took me there.”

“Guess you just weren’t special enough,” You said with a shrug. You got to your feet, shoved your notes back into your pocket and smiled rarely at Reggie. “Come on, walk to me class.”

“Yes ma’am,” Reggie said with a smirk, getting to his feet. He purposefully pushed past your ex boyfriend as he followed behind you, neither of you looking back. The Serpent wasn’t worth it. That was something you had come to learn and fully believed.

You wore the top that your mother had gotten you and sent in the mail. It was plain, but flowy, and didn’t have the leather look that you had come to be known for. All black t-shirts and jackets, comfortable things. But this was a special night - even to the point where you were allowing Reggie to pick you up in his car. This shirt was a dark purple color, not quite black, but still enough to where you felt yourself while wearing it.

There was a honking noise outside the trailer. You still had never let him come inside. You weren’t ashamed of the little home that you shared with your dad and your brother, but you also didn’t want to see the look of distaste that Reggie would no doubt have on his face.

With a last glimpse in the mirror, strange how feminine you looked today, you left the trailer and walked over to the car that didn’t look like it belonged in this neighborhood at all. It was too nice. And too clean. People were no doubt peeking out their windows to see who were there and who they were there for. With your usual level of confidence, you strode to the car and got inside, only to be greeted by a huge smile and an arm around your hug from Reggie Mantle. “ONE HUNDRED BABY!”

Yes, you had gotten a hundred percent on your test. That was the main reason why you were letting Reggie drive. Because you were so damn excited, that you might try to bribe one of the bartenders to put a shot into your drink. No one really messed with the gay bar, so cops were unlikely to show up. It was hard to ID people when they were dressed as the opposite gender, anyhow. “It’s not that big of a deal,” You said, shrugging his arm off and put on the seatbelt. What an unfamiliar feeling. You spent more time on bikes than you ever did in cars, and those did not come with seatbelts.

“You’re allowed to be happy and excited for things you know,” He said, his smile slightly faltering. “It’s just us. And I’ve seen you happy before.”

“It’s just embarrassing,” You muttered, sinking into the seat. “Having ... feelings.”

Reggie took that as a huge compliment, and it helped to boost his ego. “So you have feelings for me, eh?” He asked with a huge grin.

“Oh stop,” You said, rolling your eyes. “Is it such a surprise that beneath this hard exterior is just soft, pink flesh? I am still human, after all.”

“A bit,” Reggie said with a shrug, focusing his eyes on the row as he tried to find his way out of the trailer park. The streets were thin and like a maze. “You just hide them so well, it’s hard to tell you have any.”

“I wouldn’t be hanging out with you if I didn’t, you dolt.” You sunk into the comfortable leather seats of the car, letting yourself relax now that you were leaving the park. You still had to give him directions to the gay bar, but he was getting the hang of the journey. “People just suck. They break down your walls, just to hurt you so you have to build them back up and stronger. I don’t like being vulnerable.”

“People are assholes,” Reggie agreed, thinking of his on again off again thing with Veronica. He hadn’t thought much about it since you had come into his life, actually.

Rather than get into more conversations about emotions, you turned up the music and rolled down the window, sticking your head out. “Fuck standardized testing!” You yelled out as you drove past the school. Reggie laughed at that, wondering how you could go from steady as a rock to being this free and liberated within a matter of seconds. He’d never met anyone like you before. Never met anyone who truly did not give a fuck about what other people thought of them.

The bar was busy tonight. Friday nights usually were, but there wasn’t a single person there who you recognized from Riverdale. It would be hard for any of them to get in, considering you and Reggie were the only ones that were allowed in under age. Only when you weren’t around the judgmental looks of your peers did you really feel like you could be yourself. You didn’t care what other people said, it was just the fact that they were saying anything that bothered you.

You ordered more of the virgin cocktails that you liked so much, so syrupy sweet. You drained the first one quickly, and felt the sugar remaining in your system. “Dance with me,” You said to Reggie, holding your hand out to him. And he did. He came out onto the dance floor with you and the dressed up Queens and made sure that you had a damn good time.

So good a time that you didn’t notice that there was a familiar face in the crowd. And hand that was connected to the body that was connected to that face had his phone out and was recording video.

“Did you hear that they go to gay bars together?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if y/n was a lesbian. I wouldn’t want to date a guy again if he did what Sweet Pea did-”

“Reggie’s dad is going to kill him.”

“A hidden drag Queen?”

The words followed you and Reggie around the next morning as you met at your locker and he walked you to your class, just as he always did. His jaw was clenched, a vein popping in his forehead. You understood his anger - his dad would really would get pissed off about this sort of thing. You had heard the rumors. And you had seen the bruises that Reggie refused to talk about, but you never pushed the issue.

It was pushing at your own anger issues as well. You didn’t like this sort of attention - why the hell couldn’t Cheryl do something daring to get the attention onto her, the way she liked it? Burn down her house again or something. You’d give her all your money to do that at this point.

The most amazing thing though, was despite all of these looks and the rumors and the jokes, Reggie stood by your side. He picked you up from your first class, and took you to your second. And then he picked you up from there and took you to lunch. His shoulders were more tense than they usually were, and he had started to grind his teeth. Something would have to be done before both of you exploded.

Everyones eyes were on you when you stepped into the cafeteria. Even your brother’s, though they looked hurt - you never even told him about your special place. Sweet Pea, sitting beside Jughead, looked pissed. You stopped before you got in line, and Reggie bumped into you from behind. You turned around to face him, looking up into his dark eyes. You were always astounded by the sharp jawline that he had, and those cheekbones - he was a fuckin’ hunk.

“I’m bisexual, not a lesbian,” You said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Not that it’s anyone’s fucking business. And if you’re that damn concerned about Reggie, well...”

You had to stand on your tiptoes because he was so tall. You leaned against him, pressing his chest against yours, using him to steady yourself. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him in for a kiss that should ease any doubt in anyone’s mind.

There was a pounding sound on the edge of the room that made you startle yourself out of the bliss that Reggie’s lips had blossomed in you. Expecting it to be a teacher, you turned around, only to see Sweet Pea was raging his way towards you, the chair that he was sitting in pushed to the ground. You turned around, straightening your shoulders, ready to get into a fight with your ex-boyfriend if this was how it was going to end up. You weren’t about to let Reggie defend you, that’s not the sort of girl that you were.

“You don’t deserve her, Mantle,” Sweet Pea sneered, his nostrils flaring.

“Neither did you,” Reggie said in return. He put his arm around your waist, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Get over yourself, Sweet Pea,” You said, not liking the way that they were talking as if you weren’t even there. “So what, Kevin Keller takes a video of us dancing and that, for some reason, is all of your business? I’ll be the first to admit that we aren’t as interesting as you seem to think that we are. You really want something to focus on in that video? Learn some style from those Queens, you boring peasants.”

Reggie laughed for the first time that day at your comments. You leaned back against his chest, motioning for him to back up. “Let’s go to Pop’s,” He suggested.

“Anywhere that’s not here,” You said, exchanging his arm for his hand, holding it tight as you left the cafeteria, leaving even more gossip behind you but at least it was about the kiss rather than rumors of you both being gay.

Fuck the high school rumor mill.

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The Best Mistake Pt 2. : Acquainted

"Ugh, where the hell is it?!" Delsin mutters to himself as he searches his room and aggressively pads his pockets.

Only a day has passed since you two became acquainted and already he has misplaced your cell phone number.

"Okay she gave me the piece of paper; I put it in my pocket; showered; lost my phone; fell asleep; found my phone; and her number is mysteriously missing. Great. Fucking perfect,” he rolls his eyes, regretting not just imputing your number in his phone like a normal person.

He paces back and forth continuously throughout his entire home. Delsin and Reggie share a quaint little house. It was once owned by their parents, until an unfortunate accident happened and so the home has been passed down to the Rowe brothers. Yet, due to Reggie's job he's fully engrossed with police work, therefore, almost rarely home. Which suddenly gives Delsin a conniving idea as he stops his pacing right in front of Reggie's unlocked room.

He slowly pushes the door open and eyes his surroundings as he walks in, "Hey Reggie," he calls out, "you won't mind if I borrow your laptop for a bit right?" he asks out loud knowing very well Reggie isn't present to give him a response.

"No? Okay. Thanks bro," Delsin deviously smiles to himself as he grabs his brother's laptop and begins to fumble with it.

"Alright let's see here," he sits down on Reggie's bed and presses random buttons as the laptop starts. "Password? Password. Password. Password. Password...."

He tilts his head as he ponders for the word to unlock Reggie's laptop and access his police files.

"Name of our cat? Course not, we never had a cat. Uhh how about.... Yes! SlyCooper123? Really Reg?" He laughs. "Alright, now to find (Name). Pfft how hard can this be," he says, boastfully.

As soon as the home screen loads, Delsin starts his quest to find you in the Akomish system. However, after a minute or two, he finally comes to a realization that your name will not appear on the computer screen.

"Wait, (Name) lives in Seattle. Reggie only has the profiles of Salmon Bay," he sighs. "Well isn't this a waste of time."

Sighing in defeat, he begins to exit out of all the opened programs to leave Reggie's laptop as it were. Therefore, Reggie would never suspect his brother meddling with it. Although he has to retreat from his original scheme, his new plan to delete all evidence of his tampering with Reggie's laptop seems to be going effortlessly well.

That is until the computer suddenly freezes.

"What? Ugh c'mon," frustrated, Delsin starts to spam the bottom arrow key. As that proves ineffective he spams for another, then another. In a flash the screen goes blue.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he panics. "Reggie's gonna kill me!"

"Delsin? Are you in here?" a familiar loud voice omits from down the hall, causing Delsin's apprehensiveness to increase.

Before Delsin could do any feeble attempt to leave the scene, Reggie enters his room. He immediately looks at Delsin holding his laptop and like a deer in front of headlights, and much like Reggie's laptop, Delsin freezes.

"Delsin! What the -"

"Nu-uh, it's not what it looks like, Reg," he interrupts, "I asked you before I even used it."

"What? I wasn't even here!" Reggie retorts with a befuddled expression.

"And that's my fault how?"

Reggie openes his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. For once he didn't have a retort.

"Just give me the damn thing," Reggie demands and promptly checks if his files are still intact. "Delsin, what the hell did you do to it?"

"Nothing," Delsin sheepishly replies. However, Reggie knew his brother too well to know "nothing" most definitely meant something. Sometimes even everything. He gives Delsin a hard knowing stare until he finally caves in.

"Alright fine. I lost (Name)'s number so I figured I'd just look her up on your police crap files and find it there. But-"

"But then you realized she's a Seattle citizen and that there was no way she would be on here?" Reggie states with one brow raised as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And it was.

Delsin rolls his eyes, "Yeah and when I tried to exit out, your stupid computer froze and then went all blue."

"You're lucky this one's only a decoy," Reggie scoffs.

"What?"

"You think I'd leave a perfectly good working laptop with police files unprotected in my room, knowing you're probably home?" Reggie shamelessly proclaims.

"Y'know at this point it's kinda hard to be offended by that kind of stuff but at least you were one step ahead of me," says Delsin,"for once."

Reggie only delivers him a stern look, "You know you could've just asked me, because then I would've given you this," he pulls out a small wrinkled piece of paper from his pocket and at that Delsin's eyes sparkle like you were holding up a spray can and an empty canvas.

"Where did you-"

"You left it in my car, smartass. Must've slipped from your pocket or something."

"And you couldn't have given it to me sooner?" Delsin goes to take the piece of paper from Reggie's hand but Reggie swiftly snatchs his hand away before he could even touch it.

"Hold up Delsin there's something you gotta know before you get involved with this girl."

Muddled, Delsin replies,"What? Did she rob a bank or something? 'Cause that's okay, you know I like the daring type." He winks.

Reggie just rolls his eyes at his brother's comment, "Has she told you anything about her father?"

"Mmm nope. Couldn't get into her family history much y’know due to a pickup truck chasing us that evening. Thanks a lot for that by the way. I think nearly getting arrested is what fully convinced her to go on a date with me," he sarcastically replies.

"You got the date didn't you?" Reggie scoffs.

"Hmph, you're right. Must've been my charming good looks," he laughs but the sight of Reggie’s unamused face causes his laugher to slowly die down. "She didn't specifically say who her dad is, but she did say something about him being super strict," he rises up from his spot and walks out of the room towards the kitchen, Reggie following him from behind. "Why, you know 'em?"

"'Know em'?' Delsin he's the Deputy Chief of Washington state, strict is an understatement when it comes to this guy. I didn't realize this until I asked one of my cop buddies about it and he told me everything. No wonder her name sounded so familiar," he scratches the back of his head.

"So why exactly should this concern me?" Delsin asks.

"Because do you think a man like him, having the reputation that he has, would want his daughter to be hanging out with a guy like you?"

"A guy like me?" Delsin repeats, clearly offended.

"You know what I mean, Del. Maybe girls find the whole bad boy act charming but don't think that dads do," Reggie says in a cautionary tone.

"Reg, I'm only meeting up with her to have coffee. I don't even know her mother's name yet and you're already talking about if her father would approve of me. Besides," he takes out a bottled water from the fridge and takes a seat by the nearby counter, "She needs a break; took the first chance she had and coincidentally met me. Which was probably bound to happen at some point anyways. Everyone knows strict parents create sneaky kids. Hell even I didn't notice her until I turned around. But you should've seen her Reg, you know before you almost arrested us," he casually takes a sip of his water.

Reggie scoffs knowing Delsin clearly wasn't gonna let it go any time soon, "Bring it up one more time and I'll arrest you for trying to steal information from an officer's laptop."

"Okay, okay, fine," Delsin raises his hands up in surrender, "But before that happened, she was all relieved and happy. Who knows what goes on in her house, man. I just wanna show her a good time. If that means sneaking around her parents then so be it. I actually think she prefers it that way. The adrenaline rush, can't say I'm any different.... And I'd really like her number back by the way," he extends his hand out and Reggie finally, and admittedly a little reluctantly, gives him the piece of paper.

"Except you don't really care about getting caught. It pisses you off, but that's as much as an effect getting arrested has on you," Reggie blatantly asserts.

"Mmhmm, you know Reg? I was almost touched at your concern for me. Only wish you'd be this concerned about me when you go all cop man on me," He looks at his phone to check the time before taking one more sip of his water and handing it to Reggie." Well I gotta run, wouldn't wanna be late to meet (Name)."

Delsin gets up from his seat and leaves the kitchen. Reggie only sits still in his seat with a smug look on his face as he waits for the impending question from his little brother.

As expected, Delsin slowly walks back into the kitchen with his eyes facing the ground, "Reg could you do me a favor and drive me to the Latte Owl?"

"Y'know I like cop man. Cop man has a car. Cop man would be happy to drive you to your date, baby brother."

"Okay on second thought, how far are we from the place?"

"Oh you know a few miles. Couple thousand feet. Maybe a couple hundred thousand footsteps"

"......."

"........."

"....... Ugh fine. Let's go."

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As usual it was raining in Seattle so it only made sense for you to wear your favorite raincoat along with a pair of dark blue jeans and black converses. You placidly walk down the streets with headphones in your ears, tuning out the world with some of your favorite songs. Your phone is well tucked within your jacket, wouldn't want that getting wet, and the Latte Owl is merely a few stores down. Humming along to the music and playing with the drawstrings of your hood, you are in your own zone of bliss.

Temporary zone of bliss that is, briefly your music is turned down a notch and replaced with a message alert.

You stop at a spot with cover from the rain and take out your phone to check who messaged you.

‘Hey gorgeous ;)’

"Delsin?" You question yourself.

‘It's Delsin btw’

You smile and giggle at the perfectly timed text. Part of you wondered what took him so long to text you but it didn’t really bother you much.

‘You have a really adorable smile you know?’

"What?" you voice aloud.

‘Look up’

Confused, you gaze ahead and see Delsin a few steps away. You wave to him and as you both proceed to approach the cafe, you take in the full view of him. He isn't wearing the same beanie from yesterday, or any beanie for that matter. His hair is long and loose, and it definitely looks good. He is also sporting grey jeans and a black hoodie to shelter him from the rain. The partial sight of his plaid shirt from under his hoodie makes you slightly grin as you conclude that his style is pretty simple but it fits him so well.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey," you wave again. "As much as I love the rain I think it's best if we go inside."

"Good idea. After you," he motions with his hands upon opening the door.

You walk in and approach the counter to order your drinks. Once your order is ready, you pick a seat for two and sit across from him.

"So," he starts.

"Soooo," you shyly mimic.

He releases a small laugh before continuing. “So how are you?”

"I'm doing pretty good. You?"

"I'm alright. Dealt with some technical difficulties earlier," he scratches the back of his head,"but it's all settled now. I'm here," he roguishly smirks.

"Oh yeah, technical difficulties huh, like what?" you ask.

"Like my brother and his faulty computer, " his face cringes a bit as he recalls his recent memory with Reggie’s laptop. "But tell me about yourself. I know you started yesterday but I think we were interrupted by something?" Delsin tilts his head in fake confusion.

"I think it was someone but yeah how rude was that, right?” you play along. ”And well, as I mentioned yesterday, I like to draw, absolutely love to watch Netflix," you both chuckle, "but regrettably, I don't really do much. But despite my parents, I’m always looking for new things to do, y’know new adventures to pursue,” you take a sip from your coffee. “I don’t really like the idea of limitations regardless of who sets them.”

"Really?" he asks, as if mentally debating something.

"Yup, how about you, what are some things you like to do?"

"Well, mischief is something I'm often caught doing to say the least," he brings his right hand up to rub his chin. "Music is a must, if I'm not spraying my work on buildings or boulders, I'm drawing in my sketchbook, and I like to practice some parkour around Salmon Bay. I've been doing that for a while I think. It's always been a habit, but it’s pretty fun. Y’know, despite my brother."

You chuckle, “Oh, yeah! Hey how is Reggie? He’s not still mad about yesterday is he?”

“Reggie? Nah he’s good. He’s pretty used to ruining people’s fun by now.”

You laugh, “He comes off as maybe a tad bit overprotective but it really shows that he cares. But about that parkour thing, that’s so cool! I don't think my parents would ever be cool with me even thinking about trying out that stuff. Your parents seem like really cool people."

At the finishing of your sentence you notice Delsin's smirk die down a bit and begin to wonder if you had accidentally stricken a wrong subject.

"Well um, actually my parents died in a car accident when I was a kid," he starts and you immediately regret bringing up the parents subject. "Reggie and our clan mother from the Akomish tribe, Betty, have been looking after me ever since. Reggie's actually not that cool with me climbing buildings and all but he still kinda knows about it and so long as I don't plummet to my death I'll be fine. But even then I think he's only ever really bothered when I try to show off my artistic talent to the world," he winks

"Well, I for one say it'd be a huge burden for the world if you were to hide it. You're really good you know? And believe me I'm not just saying that because you've already paid for my coffee," you say in seriousness but he laughs and you smile in turn.

"Thanks, glad to know you appreciate it. I'd ask about your parents but I think that's a pretty sore spot for both of us huh?"

"Meh, I mean my mom is pretty cool. My dad is the one that's just really strict. But I feel like that comes naturally as he’s pretty big and well known by lots of cops.”

“Hmph, could that be why your name sounded so familiar to Reggie?” Delsin cluelessly asks.

“Yeah,” you wearily sigh. “My dad’s kinda like the Deputy Chief of Washington.”

You wait for Delsin to immediately get up and leave but he doesn’t. He just stays in his seat and silently nods, urging you to go on. And, surprised as you are, you continue.

“I-I know he has good intentions and he's just looking out for me but him being the way he is just makes it hard to-,"

"Breathe," he finishes the sentence for you.

"Yes, exactly. He's pretty controlling too so it makes it hard for me to actually express myself. That's where art comes in for me. It feels like such a small thing but when I'm sketching it feels like not even I'm in control, but my feelings are. At least whatever it is that is inspiring me for the drawing and it just feels like me."

You realize you may have rambled a bit and start to blush as you feel Delsin's eyes just stare at you,"Sorry if it doesn't sound like I'm making any sense but-"

"No, no," he contradicts, "I get exactly what you mean."

Right as you are about to say something your phone goes off, “Speak of the devil,” you scoff as you read your father’s name on the caller ID. “Sorry, I have to take this, just one sec.”

“Yeah, no worries,” Delsin casually shrugs as he starts to get lost in his reverie of thoughts while you talk to your father.

You groan at the end of the phone conversation and approach Delsin at your table, “Sorry, that was my dad. Apparently he has some errands he needs me to run that cannot wait and also he wants me to pick up some milk. Why he needs the milk is beyond me, since he’s lactose intolerant,” you scoff, “but I had a really good time and really appreciate you not heading for the hills when I told you my dad was Deputy in Chief,” you laugh. “You’d be surprised how many people that scares.”

"My brother’s a cop so it’s gonna take more than another shiny badge to scare me away,” he winks. “Want me to walk you home?"

"I honestly would but if my dad is expecting me he'll most likely be by the window or something and I think it's best if we just avoid that awkward situation while we still can," you giggle.

"Yeah I get it," he nods.

"But we should do this again sometime, I had a really good time. Although it was kinda brief but I'll be sure to buy a ton of milk cartons next time so my dad won't have any reason to be interrupting us again," you joke.

"Sounds like a plan to me," he laughs again. "But how about next time I take you out to do a stencil with me?"

"Wh- really?" You ask feeling pretty surprised. Delsin was too on his behalf. Normally he wouldn't have just asked anyone to accompany him when he works on his pieces but he genuinely felt a connection with you. He wasn't quite sure what kind of connection it was yet but it was something. Regardless, he knows he enjoys your company.

"Yeah, it'll be fun. Then later we can grab a bite to eat or-"

Once again you dad calls your phone but you immediately mute it, dubbing it rude to interrupt people as they speak.

"Sorry I gotta go right now, sadly. But.... text me or....call me...whichever you prefer," you say as you awkwardly start to walk towards the exit. "Just let me know when and where to meet you next time-" again your phone rings and again you quickly mute it, "ugh shut up! Oh, not you Del, or me, it's just my- I'll see ya, bye!" You finally end your humiliation and facepalm yourself once you exit.

Delsin just waves and lightly laughs to himself. Not at you in a bad way but at your awkwardness towards the end. Still, this in no way changes his opinion of you. In fact, he actually found it kinda cute.

After you took off, he too goes home and begins to plan out his new stencil design for your next outing. He doesn't know what tag to do but he does know one thing: he's probably going to get arrested again.

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