He crossed his arms and studied her for a few seconds, mostly that eye, before shaking his head with an amused snicker. Bottle in hand, he'd head for the only window in the room facing the city's port. "You're a trip." Simple as that. Sipping from his bottle, he'd sway lazily towards the latch that kept it locked and swung it open. It was a straight drop down to the waters below, a clean drop from what he'd studied; he'd not trust it, however. The idea was always there in the back of his head, should a situation dire enough warrant the the jump.Â
"How long you been doing this, anyways?" He dug around for a stale cigarette of his own. It wouldn't be until he lit it, that he'd wrinkle his nose and glance back at her. These were stale.
"How long you been doing this, anyways?" He dug around for a stale cigarette of his own. It wouldn't be until he lit it, that he'd wrinkle his nose and glance back at her. These were stale.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
