how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
The chilling clang of metal-on-metal shudders through her. Her gut reaction is to say no, not that, that’s not what she wants. She wants the laughter of the glowing white crate, the ocean in one’a the other bags. But the world’s changin’, ain’t it? And what are you gonna do ‘bout it, Raz?
Hide in yer bar forever? No, no she doesn’t think so. Grittin’ her teeth, she looks pointedly up at Rigby, who’s also happened to ‘choose’ her leaves. Tall, but scrawny, the older Torcher imagines she can take ‘im if it comes to that. Tensin’ for a fight without makin’ much of’a real move, Raza scoff-growls at the kid. “Fuck off. This one’s mine.”
Hide in yer bar forever? No, no she doesn’t think so. Grittin’ her teeth, she looks pointedly up at Rigby, who’s also happened to ‘choose’ her leaves. Tall, but scrawny, the older Torcher imagines she can take ‘im if it comes to that. Tensin’ for a fight without makin’ much of’a real move, Raza scoff-growls at the kid. “Fuck off. This one’s mine.”
