𝕴. " i thought it was my lucky day. " — @veilhouse's felicia hardy.
" with me, ma'am, every day's a lucky one. " much less blatant flirtation, rather, veering towards the edge of boastful rapport, some self-inflated confidence that only presents itself in times of mania. " 'cept, something's telling me that i shouldn't just let you go. " he could already tell this wasn't a typical match-up — hardly the scuffles he's gotten used to, almost to the point of needing a challenge, a new sparring partner. deft, pointed maneuvers and a look that could kill, even while obscured behind a mask and under nightfall, provided a more than worthy opponent. " y'see, i'm not a big fan of big wall street fatcats myself. catch me another day and i might look the other way if y'pick the lock of the national bank's front door, but — " a nudge to the building they stood before, the tip of his bat now anchored in the direction of a glass-paned building facade, " but i don't think this is an 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' situation, y'get what i mean? "