“Fuckoff, if you're seriously going to question my coin against my word.†That line worked wonders in irritating him, so much that he'd even roll his eyes as he returned to the window. She was downing his bottle; he'd take hers instead. “Besides, you smell ruttin' awful. Why?†It was a legit question, too. Why did she always smell like low tide. The fleas, the lice, the hygiene.. or lack of it. She was a street runner, he got it. He was a street runner, too- but he didn't smell or look anywhere as bad as she did.
Shehad work, yet she lived in a hole- at least from what he'd seen. She had quick hands, yet she always wore ragged scraps that even a bum would be insulted to be seen in. And lastly, he was her contrast, the white to her black and she'd hadn't tried to dig on him since they met.
“I'lltoss the room before the sun rises, by the way. I'm going down for another bottle.. want one?†There was that awkward pause as he glanced back with a forced glare. “I think this one will compensate for the ribs, yeah?†Asshole.
Shehad work, yet she lived in a hole- at least from what he'd seen. She had quick hands, yet she always wore ragged scraps that even a bum would be insulted to be seen in. And lastly, he was her contrast, the white to her black and she'd hadn't tried to dig on him since they met.
“I'lltoss the room before the sun rises, by the way. I'm going down for another bottle.. want one?†There was that awkward pause as he glanced back with a forced glare. “I think this one will compensate for the ribs, yeah?†Asshole.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
