And I'll be the hot latina way out of your league but talking to you anyway.
[The words could be flirtatious in nature, but she offers them almost rote, certainly dry-toned; they don't mean anything, and she's hanging up a moment later.
It's fucking weird, talking to a man several years older than the one she spoke to, telling her details of a conversation no one else was there for. The Creator has pulled similar stunts, but she can no more explain that than she can this, so she has to let it go for now.
She turns up walking along the tree line, her left arm splinted and in a sling strapped against her ribs and torso, her other hand shoved in a pocket. She's dressed functionally in layers, a tanktop and a loose button down with the left sleeve torn completely off for the splint, jeans tucked into boots, and a large fixed blade knife worn openly at her hip. Her long, dark hair is pulled through the back of a military style cap, and she has a lot more color to her than the last time they saw each other, watchful around her in the habitual way of someone who is used to walking in places that aren't safe.
She greets him with a crooked smile and:] Looks like you were right to be confident .
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Date: 2022-10-17 10:20 pm (UTC)From:[The words could be flirtatious in nature, but she offers them almost rote, certainly dry-toned; they don't mean anything, and she's hanging up a moment later.
It's fucking weird, talking to a man several years older than the one she spoke to, telling her details of a conversation no one else was there for. The Creator has pulled similar stunts, but she can no more explain that than she can this, so she has to let it go for now.
She turns up walking along the tree line, her left arm splinted and in a sling strapped against her ribs and torso, her other hand shoved in a pocket. She's dressed functionally in layers, a tanktop and a loose button down with the left sleeve torn completely off for the splint, jeans tucked into boots, and a large fixed blade knife worn openly at her hip. Her long, dark hair is pulled through the back of a military style cap, and she has a lot more color to her than the last time they saw each other, watchful around her in the habitual way of someone who is used to walking in places that aren't safe.
She greets him with a crooked smile and:] Looks like you were right to be confident .