enemies to lovers, but you'll never own my heart
Snorting at the scene that plays out, Caly sips lightly from the mojito for a few more moments before her attention flits back to the Ancient, a brow lifting playfully as she gives her reasoning. And honestly? She snickers to hear the answer, because it was such a good point, but poor Caly had only said she knew how to play, not that she could win.
“Hmmm,” she hums as she purses her painted lips, head tilting as a blonde strand falls away from her face, showing the star tattoo under her gaze. “Well, can’t say I’ve won all that often so I like t’know what I’ll win or lose.” She admits with an airy laugh and a shake of her head. “Sometimes it ain’t so bad to lose, depends on the stakes.” She shrugs casually.
“Hmmm,” she hums as she purses her painted lips, head tilting as a blonde strand falls away from her face, showing the star tattoo under her gaze. “Well, can’t say I’ve won all that often so I like t’know what I’ll win or lose.” She admits with an airy laugh and a shake of her head. “Sometimes it ain’t so bad to lose, depends on the stakes.” She shrugs casually.
Calypso
one-sided, it's pathetic how you think you're being smart
