I Fell in Love with Hope - Lancali

Neo nods his chin. “Sup.”
“Uh, hi–Boss! I need help up here!”
Emerging from behind another wall, a man considerably balder than
we are marches out of his office.
“What the fuck do you want, Carl?”
Carl points at us cluelessly. “They don’t have money.”
Bald boss cocks a brow at us. “You don’t have money?”
“We have six dollars and ninety cents,” C says.
Sony snickers. “Hah, nice.”
“Get out,” Bald boss says, then turns back to Carl. “There. Was that
so hard?”
“But–they’re tragically ill,” Carl says.
“So?” Bald boss smacks the back of his head in a very Eric sort of
way. “We don’t take pity cases because they claim to be pity cases.”
Sony clears her throat. At this point in time, the remaining tattoo
artists in the parlor have already started looking in our general
direction.
C bends down to our fearless leader’s level. “Sony, before you open
your mouth, please remember that I’ve never been beaten up before,
and I don’t know how well I’d handle it.”
Neo holds his manuscript against his chest, nudging C with his
elbow. “It’s fine. I’ll teach you.”
“Sir! A moment of your attention,” Sony calls.
Hikari looks at me. “She’s gonna get us arrested, isn’t she?”