// You've got your demons
A bark of a laugh leaves him at her question, rolling his eyes in a touch of exasperation. “What, y’gonna dress me up like a cowgirl maid?” He asks, teasing her playfully as he grins at her, nose wrinkling with the amusement that brightens his face. He closes the book shortly after Colt does, setting it to the side.
“Sure, I’m good with that. Let’s get some lunch too, yeah? Maybe some place has spiked cocoa.” He hums thoughtfully, standing up and snagging his fur lined jacket, slipping it on and buttoning it up to keep the heat in, tucking his scarf around his neck to cover part of his chin. Slipping the book back on the shelf, the courtesan nudges Colt with his elbow and starts heading back toward the entrance.
- FIN
“Sure, I’m good with that. Let’s get some lunch too, yeah? Maybe some place has spiked cocoa.” He hums thoughtfully, standing up and snagging his fur lined jacket, slipping it on and buttoning it up to keep the heat in, tucking his scarf around his neck to cover part of his chin. Slipping the book back on the shelf, the courtesan nudges Colt with his elbow and starts heading back toward the entrance.
- FIN
Thorn
and darling, they all look like me //
