{( Leaving Glasgow;; Scotland )}
"That's it, sweetheart, give us a kiss." The man leered at the tiny Scotswoman suggestively and waggled his eyebrows. Kalasin raised her own in response, then gave a slow, seductive smile. Obviously, the shadows outside the building obscured the man's view of her face, or he wouldn't be any where near her.
"Give you a kiss, then, is it?" She replied lightly, ambling closer. "And that's all you'd be wanting?" The red-head asked mildy, tucking her hands into her pockets; it was one of the few times a person could tell what she was while she was in the garb of a boy. She rested her back against the wall in a relaxed pose. The man grinned in response, and, clearly not 1oo% sober, leaned closer, placing his arm over her head and leaned down.
"Aye, ye've got me there. I be wanting just a wee bit more than a kiss from ye, my bonnie lassie." He leered again and chuckled.
She smiled impishly and batted her eyelashes before raising her knee to rack him. Hard. The small girl elbowed the man in the stomach and darted out from under his arm. Kalasin smiled in satisfaction when the man who had been hitting on her grunted in pain and grabbed his unmentionable, going down like a sack of potatoes. "So you see, I dinnae want your company, either here or in the bedroom," She continued on conversationally, as if no violence had taken place. "So you'd best take yourself off now, aye? Take care now," She finished and strolled off to gather her things so she could leave. She'd had enough of the air here and wanted to be on her way again.
"That's it, sweetheart, give us a kiss." The man leered at the tiny Scotswoman suggestively and waggled his eyebrows. Kalasin raised her own in response, then gave a slow, seductive smile. Obviously, the shadows outside the building obscured the man's view of her face, or he wouldn't be any where near her.
"Give you a kiss, then, is it?" She replied lightly, ambling closer. "And that's all you'd be wanting?" The red-head asked mildy, tucking her hands into her pockets; it was one of the few times a person could tell what she was while she was in the garb of a boy. She rested her back against the wall in a relaxed pose. The man grinned in response, and, clearly not 1oo% sober, leaned closer, placing his arm over her head and leaned down.
"Aye, ye've got me there. I be wanting just a wee bit more than a kiss from ye, my bonnie lassie." He leered again and chuckled.
She smiled impishly and batted her eyelashes before raising her knee to rack him. Hard. The small girl elbowed the man in the stomach and darted out from under his arm. Kalasin smiled in satisfaction when the man who had been hitting on her grunted in pain and grabbed his unmentionable, going down like a sack of potatoes. "So you see, I dinnae want your company, either here or in the bedroom," She continued on conversationally, as if no violence had taken place. "So you'd best take yourself off now, aye? Take care now," She finished and strolled off to gather her things so she could leave. She'd had enough of the air here and wanted to be on her way again.
