deserve to be alone
Viper
thinking "speech" "others" As she picked herself up, she seemed to be considering where best to hide his body. At least that's what he assumed, based on the scowl that twisted her features. If looks could kill, she would have at the very least maimed him with that glare. He wasn't too concerned with the potential ramifications of hitting on strangers, since he was rather familiar with them by now. His tail swayed against his hocks with amusement when she took a moment to consider the armour she wore, knowing he'd successfully roped her into a conversation of some kind. Even a short chat was better than nothing at all. "Nah, I bought it." she replied, and the foreign twist of her vocals caught his attention. He pointedly ignored the thinly veiled irritation. The phoenix wasn't certain he'd ever heard that accent before, and Fallen God knew he'd seen his fair share of the world in his short life. "Thought I was alone." she added, seemingly rife with dismay. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, and he glanced around. The ruins were rather dismal, and there wasn't much appeal for most. "A fair assumption, not many would bother with the swim." he agreed, shifting his weight to balance more of it into leaning against his propped up forepaws. Outside of the potential for entertainment, he wasn't sure why he'd bothered with the swim either. Perhaps there would be leftover alcohol in the stores, or he could find some fun new hallucinogens to pass the time, but only taking the leap would yield results. "What's your name, doll?" he questioned after a brief pause, cerulean gaze tracing the visible portions of her features. There were some interesting markings peeking out from beneath that helmet of hers. |
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