"follow me and stay close." ‧₊˚ @yasoldat . . . making demands.
"why would i follow you?" her voice comes out a whispered hiss as her whole face screws in a confused and partially offended look. "you have..." she gestures out, in speechless disbelief, towards his arm before crossing hers and cocking her head to the left, "like one gun. i shoot lasers out of my fucking eyes. be serious dude. you should be following me!"
though buttercup has made this declaration, the seconds passing by bring about a new realization: she has no idea where they should be going. she'll take them on a left and maybe another and they might wind up right back in this spot. she could fly-- zip around and go through the whole floor in a matter of moments, but even then she knows she'll spend more time trying to make sense of direction.
"but you know what, just because i'm a really good person--" the rash temper starts to subside, and she gestures forward, "you take the lead this time, yeah. go ahead."













