+ youvegotthislookonyourface
A quirk of the red lips intonate a curious expression, followed only by the sharp feeling of eyes piercing in the back of Raleigh's head. Sasha had that effect on everyone.
So...he had returned. Another washout not unlike her 'persuaded' back into the PPDC, however, by the looks of him, Raleigh did not look so hateful with every human around him as the blonde once acted. A hand traces delicately across the mountain of her husband's shoulders, nose touching the nape of his neck for just a moment before continuing to observe the Becket over his shoulder.
He was looking for somewhere to sit.
"Вы можете сидеть здесь, медвежонку." You are welcome to sit here, little bear. She purrs, moving up on the bench to make way for him. Breakfast was always a busy time, anyway.














