[That question makes Miss Toni smirk and Johnnie laugh a little, though it's a nervous laugh on account of what's going on outside.]
Your grandma ever call you weird little pet names, like "pumpkin pie" or "angel" in that kinda cutesy voice? Now call someone a gangster but with that same kinda intent.
[He offers that as an explanation, but Miss Toni corrects him as she hovers over her candles, then nudges a bottle of dish soap in Chrissy's direction.]
I called him a little baby delinquent, because that's what he is, you see his jacket? I know your type, chico.
[So, sure, a slightly more sarcastic version of what he'd explained to Chrissy, hence his eyeroll. Johnnie waves a hand in dismissal as he checks another window. The wind outside is howling, and the restaurant sign outside looks like it's about to blow off its hinges. The bike stands steady on account of its weight, but someone's loose McDonalds bag of trash has blown up against a tire and looks like it might wedge itself inside it given the force of the wind.]
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Your grandma ever call you weird little pet names, like "pumpkin pie" or "angel" in that kinda cutesy voice? Now call someone a gangster but with that same kinda intent.
[He offers that as an explanation, but Miss Toni corrects him as she hovers over her candles, then nudges a bottle of dish soap in Chrissy's direction.]
I called him a little baby delinquent, because that's what he is, you see his jacket? I know your type, chico.
[So, sure, a slightly more sarcastic version of what he'd explained to Chrissy, hence his eyeroll. Johnnie waves a hand in dismissal as he checks another window. The wind outside is howling, and the restaurant sign outside looks like it's about to blow off its hinges. The bike stands steady on account of its weight, but someone's loose McDonalds bag of trash has blown up against a tire and looks like it might wedge itself inside it given the force of the wind.]