Sep 11, 2018
and then she doesn’t say goodbye. her hand like, hovers over her gun for a second, over her holster that she’s about to pick up, as like, just a -- your sword is so far away! you put your sword behind the counter! it’s just a little bit of like... ‘you fucked up’. just: very intense eye contact with a bit of a grin, and then she picks up the holster and puts it on. slowly.
hhh thanks austin im straight now