"You're another Bridden, right?" With a plate of fudge in hand she placed it by the working sniper. Ariel, her red hair in a braid, sat down near him. The woman looked like her androgynous self, in her work clothes. Sniper to sniper. "You got a cousin Nate, right?" [@code-archangel]
With the warmth of summer slowly starting to ease in with a taste of spring pushing back the cold winter the sniper hated, Knowlen had begun to take his activities back outside again like a lizard looking to soak up all the sun he could take. His tanned broad bare back turned into the light shinning from the seamless sky above while his hat shaded his eyes while he worked, making it easier for him to focus on small parts of his rifle that he cleaned out piece by piece. Every time his arms would shift to look over what he was doing or use a brush to polish the insides, the muscles across his back would shift and twitch all around the dark ink of the tattoo centered at his spine. It was Ariel’s voice that he heard first before the image of her figure slipped into view as she joined him at the picnic table he sat at, getting a slightly curious glance out of the corner of his golden eyes; not knowing if he should answer yes or no right away, even though the large tribal B at the center of his back most likely could answer that for her. It was the question though about his cousin that really grabbed his attention as he lowered the barrel down really turn his gaze on her, doing his best to assess whether or not he was about to be told something bad or good. “...Yeah. Why? What did he do?”
