Unprepared
01-11-2021, 09:58 PM
Riordan Courte Do whatever you want... Just don't get caught The blue-eyed woman seemed friendly enough, even offering a chuckle when he mentioned his brother. His stress and unease of this situation was beginning to disappear, the weight (or lack thereof) of his bag also lessening. She was also on the hunt, but for something much different. This, of course, piqued the man's interest - he was ever the nosey type. For a moment, he stopped searching the ground, flecks of snow all over his angled features as he turned to fully face the woman and give his undivided attention. "Someone that owes you something? Or a missing friend or family member?" Riordan silently hoped for the first option, as he got an odd sense of pleasure knowing someone else was indebted and would eventually have to pay. And just how much interested would they owe? Such things excited him, but he forced himself to rein in his thoughts, not wanting to get too far ahead of himself. "Riordan Courte," he offered suddenly, hoping his show of goodwill would be enough to loosen her lips about her own predicament. There was no flourish or any other show of greeting; his name was a simple state of fact, something he extended to perhaps get something for himself. Orange eyes watched her intensely, lips threatening to curl into a smirk at another's misfortune. Talk talk talk is all you do |
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