RAZA
“Sure thing, kid.” Offerin’ a crooked grin and a nod to letting their conversation go, Raza swings her legs over the side of the fountain and enthusiastically stands up. “Ain’t nothin’ a night at the Hanged Man can’t cure.” Except death and maybe marital problems, but that’s not a good tagline, is it? With one last look over her shoulder to the fountain as she joins Milo at the exit, the Torcher just shakes her head. “Really hope this fancy-ass fountain will make things better, but… somethin’ tells me it either won’t matter or’ll bring more shit here.”
Everyone wantin’ healin’. Everyone wantin’ somethin’. When it’s deliverables, she’s happy to oblige, but the idea of war bein’ brough to the streets of Haulani makes her want to go full guerilla fighter.
“First one’s on me,” Raza offers with her own elbow nudge as they set their sights on the bar.
{Fin}
Everyone wantin’ healin’. Everyone wantin’ somethin’. When it’s deliverables, she’s happy to oblige, but the idea of war bein’ brough to the streets of Haulani makes her want to go full guerilla fighter.
“First one’s on me,” Raza offers with her own elbow nudge as they set their sights on the bar.
{Fin}
she's got a real quick trigger and some new demands
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
