( she absolutely thinks he's insane. she's never read sun tzu, but even if she had she'd find it an odd talking point. but the severity of his moods, the pendulum swing of them, the promise of violence in his knuckles and the set of his shoulders. he doesn't tell war stories — he doesn't have to. history is written in his scars.
she does follow him, more because there's only one obvious exit to the street. once they're out there she certainly keeps her distance. no more playfully inserting herself into his space and by her comportment she is primed to sprint like a gazelle at the first sign of danger. but the air is crisp and cool and she, who's spent most of her life underground or in areas so polluted that it necessitated the use of masks — takes a deep breath. her ears perk up, she drags a hand through her asymmetric bob. )
You can find me as Vandii Rabaaq on the network. For those specs, whenever you get that whole mess sorted out.
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she does follow him, more because there's only one obvious exit to the street. once they're out there she certainly keeps her distance. no more playfully inserting herself into his space and by her comportment she is primed to sprint like a gazelle at the first sign of danger. but the air is crisp and cool and she, who's spent most of her life underground or in areas so polluted that it necessitated the use of masks — takes a deep breath. her ears perk up, she drags a hand through her asymmetric bob. )
You can find me as Vandii Rabaaq on the network. For those specs, whenever you get that whole mess sorted out.