The Trumpet Thief[Closed RP]
She felt her mouth tug up into a smirk as she arched her brow. His response took her by surprise just enough she couldn’t hide it. “Oh? I wouldn’t have thought but I’ll be sure to file that away in your personal file. For future reference.” Emerald chuckled with a slight shake of the head. He was interesting, she will admit that much but was she interested in anyway besides a cat playing with a mouse before dinner? That was still up for debate. “I won’t spoil the fun, you’ll just have to try it out yourself.” She grinned, making sure to show some teeth for emphasis.
“Even if that uncertainty also meant the your safety and well being?” Emerald crossed her arms as she looked at him. “The possibility of going weeks without a decent meal or proper shelter?” She liked the adventure and thrill herself but she’s grown attached to her newly attained security.
“I have a personal file? Does that file happen to include how amazing I am with my trumpet?” Flynt almost snickers. “Those are some nice pearly whites, I’m almost willing to have my fingers break just to... Y’know what, nevermind. Not finishing that sentence, no way.” Flynt backpedals so fast. He grabs her hand and opts to kiss it before making a bigger scene.
“Freedom is freedom, when those in charge seek to wash away who you are, when they only view you as a tool to further their plans, when they ask you to sacrifice everything for so little: I would rather starve.” Flynt shakes his head. “I would rather starve, than to lose myself to a mechanical society who cares only for survival and militaristic conformity.
