No snarky reprisal for that one, then. She didn't waste time leaving, and didn't leave that irritating back-of-the-eyes ache that was her aura. He heaved a sigh for the relief that came once she was long gone, and they once again had only each other for company.
No one wants to marry a rude girl, Celtic Fur Trader Lady.Eles — Cadmium, he supposed — brought his free hand up and found that the knife was already there. Looking sharp as the first time he used it, completely pristine and bereft of Albite's blood, though he knew he didn't take the time to clean it. Witnessing his reflection in the untainted metal, he frowned. "I'd get some really ******** up skins out of this." Then, briefly, he imagined what sort of skin he'd pare from that knight who was so interested in bounding away from them. Maybe she had a tattoo somewhere that would've made it more interesting.
"Warehouse," he decided quickly. "The bearskin that Dreary sleeps on is shot to hell."
Then, after that little gesture of apology from his boy, he sighed wistfully. "I'm sure you'll make it up to me. Now, let's leave." It was his turn to begin dragging Hybris around, pointedly toward the park exit. "Knights are very rude, and if we run into another one, I'll be carving out their ribcage before they get a word in edgewise."
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