#boughtloyalty

[bioterrorizingarchived]

“No hi,    no how was your day,    instead you just shoot at me.   Again.    Sheesh man,    you have really gotta get your trigger finger under control because I mean,   I’m just trying to be a friendly person and get to know you but you’re making it waaaaay harder than it’s gotta be,  man. “     @boughtloyalty

[nidhiithief]

“ you’re a terrible kisser. ”

kissy. || accepting

    She knows that he’s saying it just to bait her. It can be seen in his eyes, that DAMNABLE, knowing look of his, and the way his lip turns despite the (piss poor) attempt to hide it. She hates that he’s doing it on purpose because it’s WORKING. A challenge is a challenge, and her honor is being placed on the line. ( It’s not like she can just call up references, either, to debate the topic. )

      ‘ Is that so? ‘

    Chloe sits up and swings a leg over his own, settling in his personal space without care. There’s a dark glimmer in her eyes, on that says this is a more SERIOUS accusation than most, and she won’t let it go so easily. The tip of her nose brushes his, and she speaks quiet but dangerous all the same. ‘ ——- Do you really want to play this game? ‘

[nidhiithief]

“There’s blood stains on your face.”

part ii. || accepting

    ‘ Just, uh – part of the job, handsome. ‘

What sounds like a bad cold is the way blood still drips from her nose, smeared across her cheek from where she’d tried to wipe it away before. Chloe was ADAMANT about laying down that she could, indeed, handle herself ; these moments were few and FAR in between.For every hit she took a man lay dead at her feet -- that was FAIR ENOUGH. A few good hits, a crooked nose, a busted lip – they’d ALL been there, hadn’t they? A few bruises and raccoon eyes for a week or two, she’ll get over it. 

She always does. 

Chloe dabs at her nose with the slope of her thumb, huffing a sigh when she sees that it’s not dried up, and wipes her hands on her jeans. It’ll stop eventually. ‘ The bigger concern is stopping them from getting to the treasure first. ‘

[nidhiithief]

❛ do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on. ❜

misc. || accepting

    Chloe’s head turns in surprise as she looks at him, binoculars lowering as she rests her arms against the top of the windshield. A moment later and she’s composed again, hard-pressed to admit that he had caught her off guard, but the silence stretches to something a little uncomfortable as seconds pass. 

    Alright, so bad move. The woman hadn’t intended to rub salt in a still-fresh wound, only half-focused on the consequences of her words, when he had snipped at her. ( Perhaps mentioning the trust fund brat and his name in the same sentence wasn’t such a good idea. )

          ‘ …Right. Noted. ‘

[nidhiithief]

    ‘ Well  ---- from the looks of it, where we need to be is over there... ‘ 

Chloe nods towards the aged and fraying top of a tower, centuries old and crumbled where a roof once stood. That was their key ticket item to head -- despite it being a good distance away. The competition wasn’t making it any easier, however ; she sat crouched, careful of being spotted, and surveyed the more PROMINENT issue at hand. ‘... But, odds are these guys won’t take too kindly to the idea of letting us WALTZ through. ‘

( @boughtloyalty ♥’d )

[nidhiithief]

“That’s not even a little bit true.”

new girl. || accepting

‘ - — What? ‘

    She lowers her binoculars, not so much bothered by the interruption of her thinking out loud methods as she was by the correction. It’s hot beneath the Masai Mara’s midday sun, and they’re miles deep in the middle of it looking for the next best leg up on a hard-to-crack code. Chloe wasn’t one to complain – she’s been in this business far too long for that – but the high heat making her sweat soak through her shirt made her wish longingly for at least a fan. But it WAS a particularly interesting view ; they had seen a pride of lions, some wallowing hippos, and a cheetah had taken flight after a gazelle ( it ended in loss, unfortunately ; she felt rather sorry for it). 

    ‘ What do you MEAN? Cheetahs -- they're big cats, they ROAR, don’t they? ‘