[SE] Squabble Up

Kaisel

Don't need a sign, nothing divine's gonna save me

He laughed easily—at her admonishment, his own nickname, and the way she tried (and failed) to squirm away. For a brief moment, it’s like they’d jumped back a few years—to simpler times. It felt good. "Oh my bad." He held his hands up apologetically. "Here, lemme just-" He searched for a clean bit of cloth on his body and proffered up a small square on the back inside of his shirt. He twisted the fabric around and lurched towards her as if he made to use it to blot the mess from her clothes. "See? No bill needed." He winked. Then he felt then that warmth settling over him again, the small pains subsiding, the little injuries knitting together. He arched a 'brow at her and then pointed, "It was you!" He belted out a laugh and droped his shirt back down. "Oh Flo, you're like a good luck charm. You should come down here more often!" Well, was it actually luck? She'd kind of almost got him killed. Definitely wasn't his own doing.

He snatched up his fallen coin purse before some ruffian could relieve him of it permanently. He tossed it once in his hand, grinning wolfishly at her. "Who knew royalty had to stoop to such lows as to bet on little old me." He tutted softly, shaking his head. "So, how'd I look? Badass, right?"Without waiting for her answer—because he already knew it was yes—he offered her his non-bloody arm. The other one was better after her magic, but he still pressed it close against him. "M'lady, those drinks. Seems we have a lot of catching up to do..."

Here only the strong survive