Maeve
"Yeah, I'm sure you haven't because I'm wholly original. Didn't you know that?" She smirked, wrinkling her nose at him and the snort he makes, knowing that she got him at least a little bit. The fact that Ronin had said the exact same thing as her wouldn't at all be surprising. They had a lot in common when it came to teasing. Especially when it came to teasing a particularly tall man named Sunjata. "I know, beastie. You've got lightening and wings and big fuck off teeth. So scary." She quipped, having to bite back her laugh as she continued to oh so slowly inch forward.
Her brows drew together, pausing in her progress to look up at him, obviously unfamiliar with this concept. "Put if it was sticky it would just tug at the healing wound when you tried to change it. That would hurt. Why would you hurt yourself more when you were already hurt in the first place?" Korofi was fucking weird. With their sticky bandages and guns and trials.
It wasn't like she didn't know that he was bigger than her. He was by more than a little. Easily he dwarfed her and it was nothing for him to actually lift her. The difference in weight shouldn't be surprising, but hearing the number outloud still made her pause. Up until he griped about how slowly she was moving, "Oi! Listen here, beastie, I will go as slow as I want. I don't like heights and if you have a problem then do something about it." She snapped, not that there was any real heat in her voice, but she definitely didn't speed up despite his complaining. She'd go at her own pace thank you very much.
Her brows drew together, pausing in her progress to look up at him, obviously unfamiliar with this concept. "Put if it was sticky it would just tug at the healing wound when you tried to change it. That would hurt. Why would you hurt yourself more when you were already hurt in the first place?" Korofi was fucking weird. With their sticky bandages and guns and trials.
It wasn't like she didn't know that he was bigger than her. He was by more than a little. Easily he dwarfed her and it was nothing for him to actually lift her. The difference in weight shouldn't be surprising, but hearing the number outloud still made her pause. Up until he griped about how slowly she was moving, "Oi! Listen here, beastie, I will go as slow as I want. I don't like heights and if you have a problem then do something about it." She snapped, not that there was any real heat in her voice, but she definitely didn't speed up despite his complaining. She'd go at her own pace thank you very much.
But the cut of your love never hurts, baby
It's a sweet butter knife
It's a sweet butter knife
