@lqa1 // continued.
‘ bounty hunting, are we ? what am i going for, these days ? i never get the chance to ask. ‘ digits calmly tap against the arm of the chair she’s seated in, mirroring his posture down to the angle of his head. a smile of her own spreads across her face, exuding without words her current mood. bite me, bite me, bite me. the sentiment seems to ooze from her every pore, despite the relative sweetness of her smile. ‘ they don’t usually tend to survive that long . . . not to be cliche, of course. i know you must get those types all the time. boastful types. love the tie, by the way. very . . . justin timberlake. ‘












