i don't want to have to come looking for you. you hear me?
03:47 AM SEPTEMBER 4TH, CENTRAL GOTHAM; ᦑ.
❛❛ didn't ask y'to the first time. ❜❜ grimace pulls white, far-from-porcelain face paint off of her jowls, which shriek at the feline's words —— the greens of her sleeves flutter; she walks past crookedly due to the crack in her heel, an attempt to recover is flouted by spite, and she spits a fat loogie a fatal 30 thousand foot drop down, 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨. ❛❛ i'm not that hard to find anyway, stop y'worryin', pretty kitty. ❜❜ the sound of helicopters gets louder, as with the whirring of the wind. coated neck twists back to selina before the rest of her twiggish body, fiendishly worrisome as her fingers twinkle and her eyes meet the cat's.
. . . ❛❛ can we skip the fuckin' small talk and jus' go now? ❜❜