The haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Melita's response is less than he had hoped, and he rolls his eyes alongside her sigh as she turns to him. "You don't have to stab everything y'know," he says, as if it's obvious and she's being completely absurd. "This is a party Mel," and while he isn't saying she shouldn't have brought the daggers, this is Caido after all, he's just saying she doesn't need to whip them out at the first hint of something.
His 'brow sketches up as her dagger remains steadfast in her hand, cheese bite in the other, procured from a pocket like she had to smuggle it to her mouth. "Was I supposed to come with a plan? I thought I'd just show up and see where the night leads." A smile flutters in, the slightest shake of his head produced. "Do you want me to get you a plate or is the lint seasoning intentional?"
His 'brow sketches up as her dagger remains steadfast in her hand, cheese bite in the other, procured from a pocket like she had to smuggle it to her mouth. "Was I supposed to come with a plan? I thought I'd just show up and see where the night leads." A smile flutters in, the slightest shake of his head produced. "Do you want me to get you a plate or is the lint seasoning intentional?"
Iskra
I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, I shake it off
