Same anon who is in love with Veronica. I think I’m gonna need to hear about Razor “fixing” her cabinets! Luv u! 😘

carisi-dreams:

people being in love with veronica warms my heart so much. love you, too! takes place a little after this

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“They’ve been like this ever since I moved in,” Veronica was explaining as she led Razor into the kitchen.

She had traded her work uniform of a shirt and pants to an airy sundress and had piled her hair on her head. The edge of her dress brushed Razor’s pant leg as she moved past him and he swayed a little in her direction before refocusing on the cabinets in question. The doors were indeed crooked and didn’t quite close. Razor reached out a hand to push it closed gently before releasing it. It creaked back open immediately and he pursed her lips before turning to face her again.

“Are those reading glasses?” Razor asked in lieu of addressing the cabinets at the moment. Veronica paused in putting the dishes away out of the dishwasher and fixed him with an amused look.

“No, they’re no. My eyes get tired after work and I swap put my contacts to give my eyes a break,” she replied with a small smile before grabbing a glass and placing it gently in the cabinet closest to her. “What do you think about the cabinet doors?”

Razor looked up at the doors in question again and frowned a little. “If I fix them will you go on a date with me?” he asked with an innocent smile.

Veronica straightened and narrowed her eyes at him a little. She bit her cheek and looked up towards the ceiling for a moment before sighing and meeting his gaze head on. The look in her eye was steely and unamused and Razor almost took a step, forward or back he wasn’t sure, before he caught himself and kept his feet planted.

“We’re not at work anymore. You don’t have to keep pretending to flirt with me. This is my apartment. I don’t much feel like pretending here,” she said after a long pause. She wore the same serious expression and Razor gave her a quizzical look.

“Pretend?” he repeated. She gave a dry laugh and shook her head at him a little.

“Yeah. Pretend to flirt with me. It’s cute and I don’t mind when we’re there, but don’t do that here. I appreciate it for what it is,” she replied. Razor tilted his head a little and studied her face.

“Which is what?” he asked slowly and this time he did take a step forward. Veronica tensed, but held her ground.

“Protection,” she answered with a slight tilt up of her chin.

“You think I flirt with you to protect you…? From what? Who? Everyone who works there is under our protection. I don’t need to flirt with you to do that,” Razor pointed with a small gesture.

“Stop playing naive, Andre,” Veronica snapped and he looked momentarily taken aback. “Not everyone who works there is a transgirl either, now are they? You pretending to take a liking to me keeps people off my back. I appreciate that. But you—”

“I like you,” Razor interrupted with an impatient hand gesture. “I don’t flirt with you for any other reason than that. If anyone ever tried to hurt you I’d take care of it, regardless of whether or not you ever go on a date with me, but that’s because I also genuinely like you as a person. I respect you. Eres bonita y inteligente. You’re sweet—all the girls love you—but you don’t take any shit. You’re my type, ask Nick.”

“That’s easy to say now. How about when someone yells slurs or epithets at you? Or speaks them under their breath as they pass you on the street?” she asked as she set her jaw.

“That’s not my problem,” Razor waved away and he took another cautious step forward.

“It’ll be your problem when one of your little hermanos says something. I know that Sonny and Nick have their ways, and I’m still truly surprised about that to this day. But you can’t tell me everyone in your MC is as progressive,” Veronica pointed out with an arch of her brow.

“Again, that’s not my problem,” Razor repeated in a low voice and when it looked like she was going to go on he kept going. “It’ll be their problem,” he said confidently in a dangerous voice and for a moment she was reminded of his nickname.

“How’d you get your nickname?” she asked. Razor seemed a bit taken aback at the change in topics, but slipped back into an easy smile and loose body language.

“Tell you when we go on our third date,” he teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows. The tension in the room was broken and Veronica rolled her eyes before crossing the room to the refrigerator. She pulled out a pitcher of lemonade and grabbed two glasses out of the dishwasher and he smiled and turned back to the cabinets in question with a disgruntled expression.

“I still haven’t agreed to the first date,” she reminded him as she crossed the room and handed him a glass. He took a swallow and winked at her.

“Yet,” he finished. “Now, do you have a tool box?”