COLT
He remained. Oblivious, or obstinate, either way he grated against her, the shouts continuing as if he couldn't hear himself over the din inside his own head. She glanced sidelong at him at his apology, but tilted more towards him at his continued, confusing reasoning. "That makes no fucking sense," she huffed, arms crossing as her weight tipped against the rail with just a hip. Then she realized, this must be his shtick. Draw people in by acting half mad and spouting some off the wall bullshit to get them asking questions and responding.
"Uh huh, well go wander back to the bar, Iskra." She directed him visually with a finger now, like a dog that needed both the words and the hands to finally acquiesce. Maybe, he needed her to speak in his language?
"FUCK OFF."
"Uh huh, well go wander back to the bar, Iskra." She directed him visually with a finger now, like a dog that needed both the words and the hands to finally acquiesce. Maybe, he needed her to speak in his language?
"FUCK OFF."
If I go missing, don't bother looking, I'm probably just riding the wind
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
'Cause cowboys and sunsets, you can always count on them, but never to stay
I guess I'm a cowboy, 'cause there's a sunset on the way
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
