Of course he turned to watch his friend approach, grinning at her usual cocky sensuality. "Oh?" he inquired curiously as she approached. He raised a brow at the little bobcat that dogged her heels, but knew better than to try and dissuade the wild teen from bringing her when she was already there. Sausage, was it? And a man? Except it couldn't possibly be Rory so therefore it had to be--
He chuckled at her description of Mr. Wordsworth, flashing her a cheerful grin. "Sam is sweet, but I believe he's taken up with young Remi," the bard offered the gossip with a wink, even if the mention of Remi's name caused a little tension behind his right eye. "Far be it from me to interrupt their night together!" And what a long night it would be, from all accounts, but being the gentleman that he was, he left that low-hanging fruit for his lovely companion to pluck at her leisure.
It wasn't yet noon, but the clouds moving in promised more snow before nightfall, and Jigano frowned, setting off into the ruined streets with care for the debris and holes hidden beneath the snow. Bobi's displeasure earned a raised brow and a wry grin, though, lightening his mood before it could truly dip. "You weren't so judgmental when you were playing with my hair last time," he teased. "Could it be you're jealous?"
He chuckled at her description of Mr. Wordsworth, flashing her a cheerful grin. "Sam is sweet, but I believe he's taken up with young Remi," the bard offered the gossip with a wink, even if the mention of Remi's name caused a little tension behind his right eye. "Far be it from me to interrupt their night together!" And what a long night it would be, from all accounts, but being the gentleman that he was, he left that low-hanging fruit for his lovely companion to pluck at her leisure.
It wasn't yet noon, but the clouds moving in promised more snow before nightfall, and Jigano frowned, setting off into the ruined streets with care for the debris and holes hidden beneath the snow. Bobi's displeasure earned a raised brow and a wry grin, though, lightening his mood before it could truly dip. "You weren't so judgmental when you were playing with my hair last time," he teased. "Could it be you're jealous?"
