@umbane asked: ❝ will you fight? or will you perish like a dog? ❞ -- modern media starters: not accepting
DISSONANCE REIGNS SUPREME IN HER GREEN eyes for a moment, just a moment that a look of actual seriousness flickers over her pale features. But Jinx is quick to reel it back in, to wrestle any feelings of actual fear or despair back under her belt and replace that look in her eyes with that same glimmer of slightly crazed mischief. She looks at Kayn with those big, big emerald eyes instead, and though Fishbones remains seated comfortably on her shoulder, the pilot steps forward with not at all menacing body language, and offers him a bat of her dark lashes.
“ We don’t have to fight- ”
She doesn’t pout when she says it, but she does offer him a rather nefarious grin. Instead, a fingertip raises, gliding over the broad expanse of his (extremely) impressive chest before snatching her hand back. She may have been utterly enamored with the assassin before her... but she would like to keep all five fingers, thank you very much.
“ I mean unless you really want... Loser owes the winner a kiss though! ”
That was motivation enough for her to kick his ass into the next galaxy.










