🦴 — “you’re looking at me like prey. or a challenge.” / danika
The púca's nose wrinkled a bit in something between a snort and a snarl, green eyes flickering away. He had been thinking, not even really paying attention to her, but he must have been staring at her something fierce. He leaned with his back against the counter, instead shifting his gaze to the sun pouring through the window. It was his first time back in some time, since she made it clear she didn't want him over at night. A part of him didn't want to ever come back, but, well, a safe place was a safe place, and his back had started to ache from sleeping on the ground. Stupid 'getting older' shit.
"Don't prey on the folks who offer me a kindness." Even if Danika wasn't overly kind to him. No, she seemed to delight in stabbing him with words, riling him up, pushing him to the point of wanting to- "And ye aren't a challenge. Why's it always somethin' so violent with ye? Can't jest have a nice quiet feckin' day can ye?"
Huffing, he rubbed at the side of his face, meandering towards her fridge. "What've ye got t' eat?" As if it hadn't been almost a month since he last showed up. Or that the terms they had left on had been tenuous at best.













