"Howdy." { The ominous greeting was enough to show The Fiend's intentions. Robbery, was the intention. Hand over hand, he held his gun. } "Nice weather, isn't it?"
@thx-lost-yxars
her head TILTS to its side as she carefully eyes the stranger who approached her, arms crossed her chest, & her boot tapped against the ruined pavement. usually, when someone commented on the weather, they were making some ATTEMPT to start some small talk. when someone approaches with small talk, it usually meant they WANT something. ramona wishes they could cut to the chase & just tell her what they want.
maybe they were trying to flirt.
“it's fine,” she says, eyes casting upward to see the lack of clouds in the sky & the extending blue. “i'm sorry, do i know you?”












