AURELIA
and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be
maybe they never will be
She can shoot ya all she likes.
This grabs her attention, pulls her gaze reluctantly towards the two of them as they discuss the details of their deal. She registers what Milo's offered now, for him to stay, and her blank expression contorts briefly. You'll what? The words edge towards her lips, but they don't escape. As her emerald gaze flickers between the bronze and the shit brown, she stops herself from speaking because she doesn't want to contradict Milo.
A sigh leaves her lungs, stony and emotionless. To be honest, she doesn't really know how she feels about this. Whether she disapproves or... if she could be alright with it, for a bit. Rigby's sass about being paid makes her skin crawl with more of that same fury, though, and she suddenly sweeps past Milo to glare down at him.
"I'm sorry, what?" She snaps, "He'll pay you whatever he wants to pay you, and I guarantee it's better than- where the fuck is it," she stops suddenly and looks around, finding the satchel she'd grabbed for him when they left the mountains. She zips across the room to pick it up, the sound of broken glass shifting as she does. When she returns, she shoves it into Rigby's lap and grits her teeth. "it's better than... than the bullshit you call a life! And if you don't fucking take the deal, I'm going to undo whatever healing he's done," She crosses her arms then, too, because it's about god damn time it was her turn to do that. Milo, however, is not immune from her wrath either, as her stare fixes on him, "since you didn't ask for it."
This grabs her attention, pulls her gaze reluctantly towards the two of them as they discuss the details of their deal. She registers what Milo's offered now, for him to stay, and her blank expression contorts briefly. You'll what? The words edge towards her lips, but they don't escape. As her emerald gaze flickers between the bronze and the shit brown, she stops herself from speaking because she doesn't want to contradict Milo.
A sigh leaves her lungs, stony and emotionless. To be honest, she doesn't really know how she feels about this. Whether she disapproves or... if she could be alright with it, for a bit. Rigby's sass about being paid makes her skin crawl with more of that same fury, though, and she suddenly sweeps past Milo to glare down at him.
"I'm sorry, what?" She snaps, "He'll pay you whatever he wants to pay you, and I guarantee it's better than- where the fuck is it," she stops suddenly and looks around, finding the satchel she'd grabbed for him when they left the mountains. She zips across the room to pick it up, the sound of broken glass shifting as she does. When she returns, she shoves it into Rigby's lap and grits her teeth. "it's better than... than the bullshit you call a life! And if you don't fucking take the deal, I'm going to undo whatever healing he's done," She crosses her arms then, too, because it's about god damn time it was her turn to do that. Milo, however, is not immune from her wrath either, as her stare fixes on him, "since you didn't ask for it."
but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep
when you're ready to sleep
