@venimiss β β last time i listened to you we almost died. β
brown eyes narrow, but other than that, Cael remains unaffected by her words. he's known NoΓ©mie long enough now that (in regards to him specifically) she was more bark than bite.
he's holding a glass of water as he leans against the frame of the entryway to his condo's kitchen, his stance emanating a cockiness that only she seemed to pull out of him.
he let's his silence speak for him as he takes a drink from the cool glass, ice gently clinking against the inside as he tips it up and back down again, "ππππ πππππ ππππ π’ππ πππ'π ππππ πππππππ’ππππ, ππππ."














