@lylat-ruler
❝ YOUR 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 DON’T SEEM TO BE TAKIN’ TOO 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙻𝚈 TO MY BEIN’ HERE . . . ❞
𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙽, --------- ; he’d never be caught with a bleeding heart for another. though the cobra’s presence --- their distain --- was cause for annoyance. unease sat coiled tight in the gunslinger, a sort of healthy paranoia. it wouldn’t be the first time someone had attempted to cross him, and he’s certain it wouldn’t be the last. though he keeps the venom from his tone if only for the moment, only his common drawl and heat was present in the old diamondback’s rasp as he rattles on. fiery orbs, like burning coals, embers from the very pits of hell he was sure he came from, peer out the observation deck. down, down, looking upon the cobra with near intrigue, before drawing his sight back to his boss. never minding how he’d interrupted his briefing from the ape, he was far too busy prodding him. testing the waters so to speak. tip of his had obscures his complexion, save for those eyes, like some burning blade seeking to cut through him. sight never falters for a moment as he puffs on a cigar, putting those dying embers to shame as smoke plumes from his lips.