Hemet her eye to eye here, figuratively and quite literally. He realized the ground he tread on was dangerous enough, and given the result of his actions once today, he'd not bother fighting with her again. “Fine.†He'd take the rag, ball it up and toss it to her. And by tossing it to her, he honestly just threw it in her face, mostly gentle. “Clean yourself, there's a mirror on the wall.†That was that, if anything it made it a little more easier to brush off, her attitude and all. He spun the chair back around and pushed it back into the table before snatching one of the bottles from the crate. “Other one is yours, stale smokes, too.†He didn't care if they were stale or not, they were smoke-able.
“Anyways,stay here if you need. I'll most likely find another bed for the night.†He wrinkles his nose at her, sniffing the air. “It's yours.†And with that he'd plop down on the edge of the table before ripping the work out with his teeth.
Bottoms
up.
“Anyways,stay here if you need. I'll most likely find another bed for the night.†He wrinkles his nose at her, sniffing the air. “It's yours.†And with that he'd plop down on the edge of the table before ripping the work out with his teeth.
Bottoms
up.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
