it's an all or nothin' play, though, ashes settle when i say so
“You’re welcome.” He offers her chipperly, flashing a crooked and fanged grin her way. The brightness of her response is only doubled tenfold by Varus’ own content with the way the day has turned out – turning his rough evening into something pleasant, even if the ghosts of his past sit in ruins around the two of them. He nods to her, for the when and where, and as he goes to pick up the rest of his things, to place the knives back into their spaces along his person, her question is one that has that grin remaining.
What’s his last name? Well, that’s when things get a fun. “Callahan.” He comments with that same, crooked, playful grin. “Get it?” He flashes her a playful wink before he’s finishing up putting the knives in their space with a soft chuckle, moving back over to stand near Wessex, wondering why exactly she’d asked for his last name.
What’s his last name? Well, that’s when things get a fun. “Callahan.” He comments with that same, crooked, playful grin. “Get it?” He flashes her a playful wink before he’s finishing up putting the knives in their space with a soft chuckle, moving back over to stand near Wessex, wondering why exactly she’d asked for his last name.
VARUS
