the invasion of the foreign and unexpected object certainly caught the ‘loid’s attention — be that a good or bad thing, that outcome was currently unknown as she stopped in her tracks, hands still buried within the pockets of her jacket, small exhales of white puffs being present as she was surprisingly silent.
the hell were they thinking?
a ringed hand lifted from the slim warmth of the pocket and grasped the sickening fabric with annoyed force, dark blue nails seemingly to dig through the carefully crafted scarf as she then tossed it down, gaze averting to the other with a small shift of her head.
she didn’t have time for this.
or rather, she had a copious amount of time as nothing was going on later yet she refused to spend anymore time in the presence of a fool.
❛ yer all th’ same t’ me so ya get equal treatment —
‘nd what’s it t’ ya if ‘m cold? have been since day one ‘nd i sure as hell ain’t gonna change just cause some pansy got a little offended. ❜
taunting words, degrading words — words she spoke too often, knew too well. it was a key trait of hers, some would dare say ; the harshness of her words making it undeniable as to whom was speaking them. even if she was pennyless, she was very much intimidating — and that, she used often.