❝ should i be worryin’ about ya’? ‘cause i FEEL like i should be worryin’ about ya’ ... ❞ her comment was accompanied with a set of eyes narrowed in his direction, studying him; just trying to think if she really did need to start worrying about him a little bit more than usual. it was a hard habit to break, years of history between the two of them had brought that upon them. she slowed her pace, turning so that she was facing him and clasped her hands behind her back. ❝ first ya’ go ‘nd pick a fight wit’ strowman, more d’an ONCE, ‘nd now ya’ go jumpin’ off ‘da top of ladders? do ya’ have some kind’a death wish i don’t know ‘bout? ❞ her steps paused, gaze drifting away from him as she let herself think about what had happened before a corner of her mouth tipped upwards just some. ❝ d’en again, ya’ DID knock owens down a couple of steps, ‘nd who doesn’t like seein’ d’at? ❞
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