I Am Never The First To Know
10-04-2014, 01:32 PM
A vaguely familiar voice interrupted her sulking in the middle of the cavern. She tried to pin down the face that went with it in her mind, but instead was forced to laboriously lift her crown to fix an acidic gaze upon the storm cloud of a woman. Oh. She offered a tired smile to the woman, and worked to heave herself to her feet. Finally, the patchwork girl found herself taller than the femme she'd met earlier in her life. Narrow shoulders were slumped with exhaustion and she was not really feeling a conversation right now. After vomiting half the water in the lake back there, to say that her throat was sore would be an understatement. However, the lady had asked her a question, and it was only polite to answer it. A shrug accompanied her words. "I dunno, he's off doing something. Causing trouble, having sex, damned if I know." Croaking lyrics replied, and her ebony haunches dropped ungracefully onto the terra under her feet. The sand didn't do much to cushion the fall of her petite rump onto the floor, but it didn't really bother her right now.
Toxic gaze looked over the waterlogged frame of the gladatrix, noting the aggressive stance and not really giving a shit. What was she gonna do about it, anyway? Fighting wasn't her thing, never had been. "What about you, enjoying life?" She asked, raising a soggy brow in question. Part of her wanted to get a drink and ease the grating pain in her throat, but the rest of her knew that was not the solution at all. A haphazard shake of her thin coat warranted a spray of water all over, but she couldn't help it. She had to have ten extra pounds on her shoulders with all that water, and it wasn't fun. |
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