‘ Either I’m in trouble, or you are. ’ It would be the kind of joke she doubts he would find funny. It’s the kind that would be nothing short of delightful to her if for once it wasn’t her that was cause. Irene, for the record, isn’t trying to hide her amusement ( there’s rarely ever a point to, even less so in these situations ). Her hands tuck into her pockets, the corner of her lips twitching as she rocks gently forward to the balls of her feet. Tries to remember if there’s something she’s left unattended before dismissing the notion.
‘ So who’s the lucky winner this time? hm ’
@deductry; (short starter call).












