His grip would linger for quite some time, and even when it lessened, it did so as if it were a dying man clinging to life; her life, at least. Inch by inch, his fingertips would drag down her neck, past her collarbone and eventually fall away from her body, but not before leaving a mark. Ruttin' scrag, she'd won this one and there was no dispute. Another place, another time, he'd get her back.Â
"Grin fer as long as yeh can; next time I'll blacken those row o' teeth, too." He'd sneer as he push off the wall and swung around to her side. "Sight for sore eyes, aren't yeh? What'cher huntin'? A hot date?" He chuckles to himself before digging around inside his shirt. He'd withdraw a hand rolled smoke before patting his body down for the light. If she had it, he'd just destroy the cigarette tight then and there.Â
To be duped AND needed for something so vital as a light? Yeah. Not happening.
"Grin fer as long as yeh can; next time I'll blacken those row o' teeth, too." He'd sneer as he push off the wall and swung around to her side. "Sight for sore eyes, aren't yeh? What'cher huntin'? A hot date?" He chuckles to himself before digging around inside his shirt. He'd withdraw a hand rolled smoke before patting his body down for the light. If she had it, he'd just destroy the cigarette tight then and there.Â
To be duped AND needed for something so vital as a light? Yeah. Not happening.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
