the boy balks before there’s a chance to grind heels into ground, muddling up dirt and wayward gravel in the wake of lean, taut sprinting appendages. mischief breathes new life into a corded chest and a curiosity binges upon a loftier mind. nary wast the option thrusted towards her in such vigor, a desperate cry to stay her charge — one that lead to ultimate suspicion. he had all the means to run her down, to catch and cloy within reason; enough for a scrap, hardly so for a fight.
a proud chin tilts, her mental capacity struggling with the willingness to stay and listen or to fight and flee. did the weight baring in a gloved palm really measure it’s worth in bites and blows? probably not. oculi cascading with oceanic fuvor drink and drown the sight of him, singular brow arching and a gentle nod for him to proceed in this method of chatting — fingers fumbling in modest grace at the pouch betwixt palms.
she had never been one to be caught off guard, feet parted so and hip cocked to a side. if he planned to rush her in amidst this awkward parlay, the petite thief refuses to falter.
❛ alright, pretty boy. ya got my attention. t a l k. an’ don’t insult a sheila who’s got yer goods. that’s right stupid. ❜
her tongue clucks against the roof of her mouth, drawling out the last drag of a thickly accented timbre. ears prick with the awaiting plea, lips pursing in plush carmine manner with expectancy written across sunkissed visage. he had already impressed her with a gentle pull towards reason, if anything, she may take a mercy upon him… maybe.
and the youth is illuminated by the divine’s almighty potency ; truly has he been privileged with enough luck thus far today to influence adamant females with a flair for misconduct to cease from kicking rocks into his face and keeping her spoils. lips are briefly shrouded by one another as the manifestation situates within his clutched phalanges – ebony spirals from which it spontaneously appeared soon dissipating into the atmosphere like cigarette smoke. while onlookers subtly keen into their conversation, he ponders whether this was a good notion in it’s entirely, rather than just spur of the moment.
teeth divide in order to allow a tensed exhale to emanate. if it wasn’t for the significance that the pouch possesses for a particular nobody, he most certainly wouldn’t be going through all of this trouble.
❝ don’t worry i’m not going to hit you with this thing. ❞
appendage bestowed with the celestial weapon is extended in the general direction of the girl and as if to indicate for her to examine the sleek key, pearly tresses are lifted toward it. a lopsided smile is created with the faint ascent of creased lips, brows inched together with shoe clad feet seeded to the ground below them.
❝ i’ll trade ya’. ❞
give him an inch and he’ll traipse a mile – what he isn’t is a conversationalist and while that truth is weighed in potions, the exact amount is weighed in the fact that he is extremely clever and if luck still favors a heart plunged in light with remnants of darkness around, he blindly hopes that the bait is snatched right off of the rod.
