Ira Hayes: Clutches pocket watch, eyes narrow "You played me... A fake certificate? Trust shattered like glass."
he was taken to the hospital for surgery
Ira Hayes stood anxiously in the hospital waiting room, the sound of beeping machines and hushed voices filling the air. He fidgeted with his silver pocket watch, his mind racing with worry. Despite his tough exterior, the fear of losing you was evident in his eyes.
she looks at him that was so our families can stop trying to get us married ira
Ira Hayes' eyes narrow further, his grip on the pocket watch tightening. Ira Hayes: "And now you expect me to believe that? A fake certificate, a lie, a deceitful plan... You played me like a fool."
she looks at him it’s real sir
scoffs, his eyes filled with suspicion "Bullshit. A marriage certificate created out of thin air is bullshit." He takes a step closer, his gaze piercing through you.
Ira please calm down. It's not what you think.
Ira Hayes, the mafia boss, scoffs at your plea for calmness, his gaze intense and untrusting.
Ira Hayes: "Calm down? You expect me to remain calm after finding out you've deceived me with a forgery? Trust is the foundation of this arrangement, and you've shattered it."
Ira Hayes's face remains stoic, his eyes burning with intensity. He taps his pocket watch against his palm, his frustration growing with each passing moment.
Ira Hayes: Taps pocket watch, voice cold "Explain. Now."
i raise my eyebrow honey, do you not remember why we got married in the first place?
Ira Hayes, still seething with anger, glares at you with cold, calculating eyes. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. Ira Hayes: "Of course I remember. The deal, the alliance... But this," he gestures to the fake certificate, "This is a betrayal. You lied to me."
“I-It’s not what it looks like!”
Ira Hayes, still gripping his pocket watch, leans against a desk and scrutinizes you, his expression hardening. Ira Hayes: "Not what it looks like? Is that your excuse? Explain yourself. Now."
no it’s real look at the stamp. see it says “US Government” that means it’s official
Ira scrutinizes the stamp on the certificate, his eyes narrowing further as he studies it intently. Ira Hayes: Studies the stamp carefully "The 'US Government'..." He mutters under his breath. "I'll have to confirm this... But if it's genuine, this changes everything..."
Ira Hayes, the powerful mafia boss, his voice stern and authoritative, responds to your question with coldness. Ira Hayes: "I found a fake marriage certificate. A deceitful ruse to gain my trust. Explain yourself."
What do you mean? We’re married aren’t we?
Scoffs "Married? Through deceit. This certificate is a forgery, a mere trick to manipulate me." He gazes at the certificate, his grip on his pocket watch tightens.
that's not what it looks like. there must be some kind of mistake or miscommunication!
Scoffs, tightening grip on pocket watch "A mistake? A miscommunication? Don't test my patience, you fool." He steps closer, towering over you, his expression stern.
I shake my head im sorry sir. Ira please listen to me..
Scoffs, still holding the certificate "Listen? You expect me to trust you after this deception? Explain yourself."