He smirked some at Brooklyn's advice. It was true that many rich people did live in the area and most of them did wear the new outrageous clothing people made. Roger then thought for a moment on her question. What would he do? After he had thought on the question he answered, "Well I would most likely leave you be. I may be all "big and bad" for kidnapping someone, but if you want your space then I'll allow it." Roger knew better than to crowd someone of their space especially in the situation they were in right now. He had gone to jail, not for kidnapping but for something small, and saw how certain criminals were treated for their crimes. He didn't want to be at the low end of the ranks by messing up on one victim.

Brooklyn nodded, she appreciated if she wanted to stop whatever they had gotten into... "You know, you seem like you would be a decent man if you weren't a kidnapper.". She sighed, gazing up at Roger, wrapping an arm around his neck Brooklyn pulled herself up and kissed him. It seemed to be getting late...or at least she thought it was, she was in a basement so for all she knew there could be a sunrise. Brooklyn trailed her kiss slowly down to his neck and down to wear Roger's shirt stopped. Then she nuzzled her head into his chest and sighed.

"I've been told that a lot," he says, "but I have to pay the bills somehow." He returns the kiss as Brooklyn wraps an arm around him. He then allows her to make a trail of kisses down his neck before feeling her head against his chest. Roger allows one of his hands to slowly and gently glide across Brooklyn's body, exploring her soft skin. He touches any place more if he hears or feels a reaction from Brook, but was still aware if she wanted to stop.

Brooklyn gave a slight shiver at Roger's touch before relaxing, "You could get a different job you know...or go to college.". She curled her finger under his chin and gave him a small smile. Placing her hand on Roger's back she attempted to pull him further down to the bed, she struggled a bit, "God, why are you so-" she gave a small grunt as she jerked him onto the bed, with a laugh she finished her sentence, "difficult.". Propping herself up onto her elbow again Brooklyn stroked her nails through Roger's blond hair, tracing them down to his chest, her hand stopped on his chest and she gave him a smirk. "Will you...?" she gestured with her other hand to the shirt Roger was wearing, again, it wasn't fair she was dressed up for this...and he wasn't! Brooklyn traced the collar of the black shirt with her fingers, "Take it off?". She gave an innocent look.

A smirk appeared on Roger's face as he felt Brooklyn shiver at his touch. "I could do that," he says at her suggestion, "but college is expensive and there are not many good paying jobs open around here at the moment." He held back a chuckle as Brook struggled to pull him closer before he let her pull him in. As the girl tugged at his shirt his one hand keeps tracing the skin on her body. Roger looked into Brook's eyes as she asked for him to remove his shirt. 'Well there is no benefit to her if I take it off,' he thinks, 'and I don't loose anything from taking it off.' He then slips his one hand away from touching Brooklyn and with it slips himself out of the shirt. Now revealed to Brooklyn was all of his torso skin, which was slightly tanned like the rest of him. His abs shifted as he moved his hand back to Brook's skin. "Is that better," he asks looking at the girl with a small smile.

Brooklyn felt her cheeks warm, she wasn't expecting him to listen to her...but she was glad he did. Brook looked up at Roger, running her fingers down to his torso area, where his muscles rippled underneath her touch. She giggled, "Good lord, you must go to the gym or something.". Sitting up, Brooklyn rolled on top of him so they were pretty much stomach to stomach, she looked at him while her hair decided it was a good time to fall into her face. Causing her to tuck it behind her ear. "But that's a crime. It would be less dangerous to just try and find a job, right?", Brooklyn leaned in, not yet touching her lips to his, but nearly. And she looked at him.

He smiled as Brook's face became a slight shade of red at the sight of his muscles. Her fingers felt soft against his skin as she ran them down his muscular torso. "You could say that," Roger replies at her statement of working out. He looked at her as they now laid stomach to stomach. He then thought for a moment about her question. He had thought about getting an actual job after a few other kidnappings, but nothing has ever really caught his eye. Sure another job would be much easier than kidnapping people but who would want to hire him if they figured out what he had done. He watched Brooklyn as she leaned closer to him, their lips barely not touching, and waited to see what she would do.

Watching Roger thing for a while she smiled, "Im just saying, it would be a lot less risky. Like...you wouldn't have a huge chance of getting arrested by the poli- Wait, why am I saying this? It sounds like I'm trying to help you, and you captured me so why are we even talking? And doing..." Brooklyn gestures to them, "whatever this is...". The girl rolled off him with a huff, turning her back to him, sitting with her legs crossed and arms folded. What had she been thinking?! He was a cute guy but still, he could have hurt her...and could still hurt her. Brooklyn turned her head slightly to the blond man behind her, "Please um...put your shirt back on. I don't want to be tempted." she said lowly and tore her eyes away to look at her own clothes. She let out a long groan before walking into her bathroom and slamming the door, she needed to get out of this...thing.

Like I said in the message of course we can continue! Here is my reply like I said.)

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He listened as Brooklyn spoke and slightly frowned. His eyes followed her movement as she climbed off of him and turned away from him. When asked to put his shirt back on he was tempted not to at first to see if she would so anything, but then Brooklyn got up and went to the bathroom. 'Well that was... Something,' he thinks and grabs his shirt and slips it on. He stares towards the bathroom door for a moment before walking up the stairs and closing the basement door behind him quietly. Roger made sure that the door was locked before heading to his own room. His mind kept replaying everything Brooklyn had said and soon he had to shake himself out of them. "I can't seriously be agreeing with her," he says out loud to himself, "can I?"

(Sorry it's kind of short)

Brooklyn had been trying to find something else to wear, to get out of the tight, red, overly revealing...thing, she was wearing at the moment. Looking around the bathroom the girl found nothing except the towel she had used to dry herself and the dirty dress that she had been wearing earlier that day. Letting out a huff Brooklyn slipped out of the dress and wrapped the white towel around her. Well, at least she knew how to tie a good knot. It wouldn't fall off when she was sleeping...hopefully. She tied the towel on and peaked out the bathroom door, Roger had seemed to have gone upstairs, good. Walking out, Brooklyn rolled onto the bed she had been given and curled up underneath the covers. Soon she had fallen fast asleep...