our sins are washed away
As Raza's voice echoed through the tunnels, Saiden glanced over his shoulder. Grinning at her, he waved. "Raza."
Turning to face her, he chuckled. "Is that a knife in your hand or are you just happy to see me?" Still his own hand strayed to the cutlass at his hip in response to the implicit threat.
However, he forced himself to relax. Stepping towards her, he folded his arms across his chest. "Heard monsoon season was as exciting as ever. Though the rumor mill was a bit sparse on the details." He arched an eyebrow, inviting her to say more.
Then he gestured around at the tunnels. "Mind giving me a tour of the new routes? I'm afraid of getting lost all on my lonesome, and would welcome your protection. And your company." He placed his hand on his bare chest and batted his eyelashes at her.
Turning to face her, he chuckled. "Is that a knife in your hand or are you just happy to see me?" Still his own hand strayed to the cutlass at his hip in response to the implicit threat.
However, he forced himself to relax. Stepping towards her, he folded his arms across his chest. "Heard monsoon season was as exciting as ever. Though the rumor mill was a bit sparse on the details." He arched an eyebrow, inviting her to say more.
Then he gestured around at the tunnels. "Mind giving me a tour of the new routes? I'm afraid of getting lost all on my lonesome, and would welcome your protection. And your company." He placed his hand on his bare chest and batted his eyelashes at her.
