where: somewhere in burnington (near delphie's car) with: @insainted (dev)
"hey, bro!"
her voice is sharp, clear, pointed in it's direction. it's not like delphie is stupid. she's actually quite smart, street smart anyway, and attentive enough to know when someone's fucking watching her. and sure, maybe it's someone who's just curious about her business. interested in whatever the hell she has going on in her trunk. it wouldn't be the first time since she drove into this three horse, no buggy town. people stared often, people approached and asked questions, people were polite enough to at least fucking introduce themselves before opening gawking at her like she's some kind of pristine, preserved statue in the weird cult museum or something.
this guy, though.
delphie thinks this guy might suck.
something about his face. about the way he keeps staring. it's pissing her off, rubbing her the wrong way, and she slams her trunk shut and locks the car doors before using those long legs god or whatever higher power was up there had graced her with to catch up to him and give him a shove that is definitely a little out of pocket and absolutely aggro. but delphie's been doing this bounce around thing for a while, knows that if she doesn't assert herself, some idiot tries to fuck around with her.
"you been standin' over here gawking at me for like twenty minutes. hi, i'm delphine, you wanna tell me what the fuck your problem is?"