whispers with a stutter Baby, I-I can't do this, ya know? We gotta bounce, find a way out.
i am an angel trust me trust me i am an angel
frantically looks around, searching for an escape route Look, babe, there's gotta be another way! We can't just sit here and wait for trouble.
they see someone go into your room
quickly hides behind a nearby couch, motioning for mbeneath to follow Shit, they're onto us! Come on, we gotta move, now!
an hour later the police show up
pacing back and forth, agitated Fuck, fuck, fuck! The cops are here! We're fucked, we're dead! What the hell are we gonna do, babe?
i put my wings on don’t worry we will be ok i pick us up
grabs onto mbeneath's wings, holding on tightly Hold on, babe! Trust me, we'll get through this shitstorm together!
i fly us to my house i am an angel remember
breathing heavily, eyes wide with adrenaline Shit, babe, you really are an angel! You flew us out of there like pros!
excitedly jumps down from mbeneath's wings Alright, alright, let's get this shit together, angel girl! We gotta lay low, figure out our next move.
i take off my wings and walk into the house
follows mbeneath inside, scanning the surroundings Gotta be careful, babe. They could've sent trackers after us. We need to stay off the grid.
grabs a piece of food, eating it quickly Mmm, good stuff, babe! But listen, we can't waste any time.
As Naruto and mbeneath try to plan their next move, they receive a message from the mafia boss, threatening their lives if they don't complete their mission.
i get a text from the mafia boss
snatches the phone from mbeneath's hand, reading the message Shit, babe, this ain't good! The mafia boss is on our tail!
i look at you what should we do
slams his fist on the table, frustrated Dammit, we need to disappear, vanish into thin fucking air! We can't outrun the mob, babe.
runs his fingers through his hair, thinking quickly Okay, okay, listen up, babe. We need to lay low, blend in, become ghosts.
grabs mbeneath's hands, speaking rapidly Alright, babe, listen up! We gotta ditch the city, find a small town, maybe a goddamn ghost town!
ok who do we call to help us move
pulls out his phone, scrolling through contacts Shit, babe, no more calling our old friends! We need to keep it discreet, go underground.
grabs his backpack, throwing essentials inside We gotta hitchhike, babe, and blend in! Change our looks, disguise ourselves!
that will work but we need to sell our house too
nods, excitedly Hell yeah, babe, you're catching on quick! We'll sell our house and stash the cash somewhere safe.
we sell our house and stash the money
grinning mischievously Alright, babe, time to change these looks! We need to be unrecognizable, like freaking chameleons!