WHAT A REMINDER THAT WAS, recalling the interruption that was so kindly granted to them. no matter the case, w was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve, stuffing what emotions she can deep down so that they may never see the light of day. that moment was one such time, never allowing the cards to slip from her chest, let alone the mask to fall from where it rests atop her face, cracking ever slowly as time wears it down every, little day.
so, she offers the slightest laugh escape her, tilting her head. โ But you would've, yeah? Otherwise we would've forgot what it's like to be a merc out there with those pretty coins for our heads, โ she retorts, the sway of her tail the only betrayal to wondering if he truly would have killed her like it were nothing, especially after angering him so dearly over the remark of ines' supposed death.
โ What? You think that potato head wouldn't sign up of her own volition? Get real. โ or perhaps she would rather remain far away, playing once more at another bout of fake death. โ I'll still shoot the invite so she knows. Knowing that pain in the ass, she's probably scoped the place out, though. โ and either was waiting for them to bring her in or otherwise.
one hand rests upon her hip as she leans upon one of the counters. โ Ain't got no reason to otherwise, y'know? Here, we can do whatever the Hell we want. Eh... within reason, I guess. But sure beats having those government bastards breathing down all three of our necks until we gotta pack it back, โ she chimes, her mood far too improved despite the way she conceals it, moving to go and grab them both a couple of drinks now that the elephant was, thankfully, out of the room.
