Her life wasn’t meaningless, but it wasn't exactly meaningful either. A fifty-fifty gamble that she was riding on. If she seemed like she wouldn’t cave in than she wouldn’t have to care for being drafted into Niflheim’s Army. Just the thought alone was disturbing, and she was aiming to avoid it. Would life allow such a thing though? It was doubtful,and she didn’t believe that good deeds leads to good things jargon either.Hearing the next thing thought Aranea bit back a groan before smirking towards him coyly.
❝ Am I not speaking the same language as you? Yes you smell like shit~ ❞
Fuck this guy she wasn’t going to cave into his bullshit anytime soon. Rolling her eyes as he takes that verbal jab from earlier a bitter taste forms in her mouth. He wasn’t going to be that one asshole that she wasn’t going to like.Ugh! Aranea’s attention shifts to the armored monkeys outside her cell, and she leans back against the wall. It’s not like she’d be able to go anywhere sadly.
This was going to be a long day, and time was money. It feels like hours before she hears the scruffy looking man speak up once more. He was a talker, a con, a man that cared little for what probably happened to her home, and yet here he was trying to talk her into joining the same side that took it all. What a dick.
❝ How about you jump off the highest point of this dump~ If you live I’ll take the gil, and join you~ Sounds good? Good! ❞
The Dragoon’s words are sharp, and laced with mocking sarcasm that she knows has worked on others. There was no way one would be able to survive that type of fall,and the soon he was gone the less she would have to care about being near him,and here. The last bots of his little con sunk in, and Aranea grits her teeth annoyed. Her standards of combat, getting paid, and even being rigged huh? How disgusting that this was even being offered, but she was a girl that lived for her gil.
❝ Jump off the highest point like I said, and give me 400,000 gil. If you survive I’mall yours~ ❞
Even while Aranea said that she had already mapped it out that she was as good as free most likely. While the cat was aware, the little mouse would play, and she'd be a fee woman soon. Death was a welcoming thing yes, but even a woman like her knew how to get out of sticky situations like this. Crossing her leg over the other one now she looks at him with a stare that reflects her challenge clearly.
❝ What are you still doing here? Hop along, and don’t let that door hit you on the way out~ ❞
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