COLT
Got a head full of noise
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
About a hundred different things I'm tryna avoid
I got a mind in the gutter
Got trouble on one hand, a beer in the other
Vesper is entirely correct, Colt wants to know what the fuck is going on here. Though the cheerful demeanor of Vox and all his assembled signs seem peaceful enough, she finds that utterly hard to believe, still tense with the expectation of retaliation for the beachside showdown. She might have been content to watch from afar, gathering whatever knowledge she could, just for a smidge of an upper hand. Sometimes a few seconds of warning can matter. With the Family though... kinda feels as useful as shaping firewood out of ash.
She settles warily next to him, on the other side of Jack, close enough that her elbow brushes his as she slides her hands into her back pockets in a false relaxation. Any other prior concerns about the captivating man at her side are buried beneath the much more worrisome presence of the Family along her region. If shit hits the fan, she wants him close. Trust has been built for him with salt and sand—maybe not for the softer parts of her, but definitely for everything else, however wise that turns out to be. "Still waiting for the day you show up without trouble on your heels. Starting to think I'll be waiting a while." Granted, most of the trouble has been hers, but he'd still been there for it, never seeming to find a normal day between them.
Her gaze flicks to each offering given to the Caido radio host. Vesper's is delightful to track. Jack, who she gives a curious once over, earns a subtle smile with his charming prize. As for Dantalion, she just arches a 'brow puffs out a soft laugh. Alright, she'll play along until shit gets weird(er). "A hat," she says dryly, as in how fast she'd drop out of here if things got strange. "As good a gesture as any that a party's started." She plucks the one off the top of her head and with her arm outstretched, lets it tumble to the ground.
Colt drops a hat
She settles warily next to him, on the other side of Jack, close enough that her elbow brushes his as she slides her hands into her back pockets in a false relaxation. Any other prior concerns about the captivating man at her side are buried beneath the much more worrisome presence of the Family along her region. If shit hits the fan, she wants him close. Trust has been built for him with salt and sand—maybe not for the softer parts of her, but definitely for everything else, however wise that turns out to be. "Still waiting for the day you show up without trouble on your heels. Starting to think I'll be waiting a while." Granted, most of the trouble has been hers, but he'd still been there for it, never seeming to find a normal day between them.
Her gaze flicks to each offering given to the Caido radio host. Vesper's is delightful to track. Jack, who she gives a curious once over, earns a subtle smile with his charming prize. As for Dantalion, she just arches a 'brow puffs out a soft laugh. Alright, she'll play along until shit gets weird(er). "A hat," she says dryly, as in how fast she'd drop out of here if things got strange. "As good a gesture as any that a party's started." She plucks the one off the top of her head and with her arm outstretched, lets it tumble to the ground.
Colt drops a hat
Got the wind in my hair
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
I got nowhere to go so I'm already there
Can't say I would and I can't say I wouldn't
If I don't come back, don't come lookin'
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.
