@glaadius || continued
THERE’S not even a slight flinch upon finger being firmly grasped by her fellow crew mate. Lids blink, looking up at him, before lips curve into that trademark grin, laugh escaping her throat.
“Oh, Gladius, am I really bothering you that much? Hmmmm, perhaps I would, but I can’t find the little runt.” she gestures with her free hand, down to her bare feet.
“My stilettos are missing.”














