Raza’s brows raise at the mention of the scythe, and suddenly Weaver is a little sad she didn’t bring it with her today. Usually it was strapped to her back, blade sweeping above her head like some strange, dark halo. Occasionally though it was left behind, usually when Weaver was trying to be polite in new, supposedly polite company. Not that anywhere in Caido really counted as polite company, but you know what she means.
Weaver chuckles, her smile pleased and amused. ”I’ll bring it next time,” she says. It was far more impressive than the array of knives on her waist, which she removed only to sleep or in very rare and special occasions. It’s a shame Raza hadn’t said “a hot Halovian with a scythe” aloud, because that would have been the best thing Weaver’s heard all day. Or maybe just ever.
It seems Raza’s relationship with her father was less than stellar. The appropriate response would be to say “sorry”, but Weaver doesn’t think Raza needs her empty sorry’s. Instead she just nods slightly, her grin sly. ”I mean, I have no comparison admittedly, but I can see how it would be the best.” Cool breeze, great bartender, some sweet but delish mamjuana.
The next question has Weaver’s grin spreading just slightly, something knowing in it, something mischievous and alive. ”Adventure, of course.” Because she absolutely knows the difference.
Weaver chuckles, her smile pleased and amused. ”I’ll bring it next time,” she says. It was far more impressive than the array of knives on her waist, which she removed only to sleep or in very rare and special occasions. It’s a shame Raza hadn’t said “a hot Halovian with a scythe” aloud, because that would have been the best thing Weaver’s heard all day. Or maybe just ever.
It seems Raza’s relationship with her father was less than stellar. The appropriate response would be to say “sorry”, but Weaver doesn’t think Raza needs her empty sorry’s. Instead she just nods slightly, her grin sly. ”I mean, I have no comparison admittedly, but I can see how it would be the best.” Cool breeze, great bartender, some sweet but delish mamjuana.
The next question has Weaver’s grin spreading just slightly, something knowing in it, something mischievous and alive. ”Adventure, of course.” Because she absolutely knows the difference.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
