Tired of searching for someone that I used to be
She might normally reconsider what the hell she's doing when a man in attire she has no possible name for (city chic? Drug-dealer drip?) curtseys before her. Part of her threatens to do just that, rocking back on her heels for a moment like she considers backing away still. She should limp back to her house and curl up for the night with a drink or multiple, the way her father taught her to, and then bury it the next day beneath work until she's too tired and too drunk to think about much of anything. That had been enough, once.
His earrings clink like a bell that's past rung, so she doesn't withdraw. The two parcels he withdraws each earn a studious look, but as he begins to explain she immediately shakes her head at the first offer. "Oh, no, definitely not that. I don't need any more people involved in..." she trails off with a turn of her head and an inhale, thumbs sliding into her pockets with a flap of her elbows. After kissing Thalassa for no discernible reason—well other than the fact women are objectively attractive, though nothing quite beats the strong jaw line, peek of an Adonis belt, or firm erection of a man—she's decided what she needs is a good ol' fashioned IT reset. Power her brain on and off and see if that does the trick. Maybe provide some clarity on the surprise kiss, hopefully at least keep any more from happening, and maybe even quiet the turmoil of Vesper into something tequila could manage again.
That's all baggage that this alleyway doctor doesn't need to be rifling through. "I'll take the cloud nine," she says simply instead. "It seems...nice." If it isn't clear by now, she's a touch in over her head. "I do have a place to stay," she assures with the faintest smile, starting to reach into the inner folds of her dusty to withdraw some payment. "How do I...how does it work?" She notices then a colorful egg nearby, which seems the sort of thing that should occur after she's taken her treatment for the night. "Yours?" she asks him, nodding towards it.
Colt offers for Mateo to take the egg
His earrings clink like a bell that's past rung, so she doesn't withdraw. The two parcels he withdraws each earn a studious look, but as he begins to explain she immediately shakes her head at the first offer. "Oh, no, definitely not that. I don't need any more people involved in..." she trails off with a turn of her head and an inhale, thumbs sliding into her pockets with a flap of her elbows. After kissing Thalassa for no discernible reason—well other than the fact women are objectively attractive, though nothing quite beats the strong jaw line, peek of an Adonis belt, or firm erection of a man—she's decided what she needs is a good ol' fashioned IT reset. Power her brain on and off and see if that does the trick. Maybe provide some clarity on the surprise kiss, hopefully at least keep any more from happening, and maybe even quiet the turmoil of Vesper into something tequila could manage again.
That's all baggage that this alleyway doctor doesn't need to be rifling through. "I'll take the cloud nine," she says simply instead. "It seems...nice." If it isn't clear by now, she's a touch in over her head. "I do have a place to stay," she assures with the faintest smile, starting to reach into the inner folds of her dusty to withdraw some payment. "How do I...how does it work?" She notices then a colorful egg nearby, which seems the sort of thing that should occur after she's taken her treatment for the night. "Yours?" she asks him, nodding towards it.
Colt offers for Mateo to take the egg
Colt
Feels like I'm falling again but I'm already on my knees
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.
