Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
A dip of her head in agreement is what Ronin is met with, a half amused tug at her lips in a smile as it comes somewhat distractedly from his own lips. But he’s brushing the dirt off of his own clothes, and if her gaze lingers a bit longer she’d never say. Instead, she manages to tame her hair again into something presentable, nodding as he says he should expect them to be organized. Brown eyes grow wide as she plays along. “Oh yes, very organized. It’s basically half my job.” She quips, before her expression softens into something of amusement.
As for his plans, however, she can’t help the raise of her brow as if challenging what he plans to do until he lays it out directly for her. She makes a show of checking the time before clicking her tongue and taking a step closer toward him, a hand outstretched for his arm as if she plans on taking him with her. “The kind thing would be for me to help you with the problem I’ve given you, don’t you think?” She asks, head tilting again. “Provided that’s okay, after all.”
After all, Sera knows full well it’s more fun to tango than dance solo.
As for his plans, however, she can’t help the raise of her brow as if challenging what he plans to do until he lays it out directly for her. She makes a show of checking the time before clicking her tongue and taking a step closer toward him, a hand outstretched for his arm as if she plans on taking him with her. “The kind thing would be for me to help you with the problem I’ve given you, don’t you think?” She asks, head tilting again. “Provided that’s okay, after all.”
After all, Sera knows full well it’s more fun to tango than dance solo.
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
