AISHA
my lovely prey, i'm a cliche
Aisha scoffed playfully at his reply, "I need practice do I? Tryna say somethin?" it was a joking manner in which she jumped her shoulders at him, pretending as though she was ready to fight. Despite the teasing she did need the practice, she always did, and if it came with the sweet deal of a stew dinner, then she was down for anything.
She nodded slowly, catching on and adding on herself, "Ok ok, so you wanna make it interesting..." she said, drawing out the last word as she looked around. Her idea came from her pocket, where her golden ribbon sat waiting. She started to pull it out but a tug at her gut kept her from doing so. She would be upset if it ended up damaged, it was one of her ties to her home world and she would never forgive herself to lose it for the sake of a silly spar.
So instead she removed her hand from her pocket and wandered into the kitchen, returning with a soft cloth towel. She held it up slack-wristed with a slight smirk at her lips, "This can be my life, and if you get it I'm dead," she said, then tied it loosely around her wrist. She then tossed the other towel to him, "Here."
She nodded slowly, catching on and adding on herself, "Ok ok, so you wanna make it interesting..." she said, drawing out the last word as she looked around. Her idea came from her pocket, where her golden ribbon sat waiting. She started to pull it out but a tug at her gut kept her from doing so. She would be upset if it ended up damaged, it was one of her ties to her home world and she would never forgive herself to lose it for the sake of a silly spar.
So instead she removed her hand from her pocket and wandered into the kitchen, returning with a soft cloth towel. She held it up slack-wristed with a slight smirk at her lips, "This can be my life, and if you get it I'm dead," she said, then tied it loosely around her wrist. She then tossed the other towel to him, "Here."
for us, the bourgeoisie, so care free
