𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳.ᐣ ❞
ᵐᵘⁿ ⁱˢ ²¹⁺∙ ᵐᵘˢᵉ ⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳᵗʸ∙
ᵐᵈⁿⁱ∙ ˡᵉʷᵈ ᵈⁿⁱ∙ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵈᵒᵛᵉ ⁻ ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵃᵗ∙
tiny remnants of copper.
hm.
" ... what happened ? "
He's using cleaning chemicals to wash up the mess he may or may not have caused himself.
funny-looking, in a cozy sorta way.
" do you... need help with that ? looks like a nasty spill. "
tiny remnants of copper.
hm.
" ... what happened ? "
funny-looking, in a cozy sorta way.
" do you... need help with that ? looks like a nasty spill. "
funny-looking, in a cozy sorta way.
" do you... need help with that ? looks like a nasty spill. "
and then her voice cracks. and the cackling ends. the woman sobs, once. loudly.
inhale. exhale. she's gonna need another one soon.
[ Instinctively, a hand comes up to adjust her badge- and, yet..
Right. Not in uniform.
..it settles back. ]
" ...
mary. that's all you need to know. this won't be a thing if we're lucky, anyway. "
and then her voice cracks. and the cackling ends. the woman sobs, once. loudly.
inhale. exhale. she's gonna need another one soon.
people see what they
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 to ───── 𝒔𝒆𝒆.
they want to believe
what 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨
𝐛 𝐞 𝐥 𝐢 𝐞 𝐯 𝐞
⠀⠀
people see what they
𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 to ───── 𝒔𝒆𝒆.
they want to believe
what 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨
𝐛 𝐞 𝐥 𝐢 𝐞 𝐯 𝐞
⠀⠀
[ ..a small, dented lighter is produced, the print faded and smudged. Seems like there was a clover on there, at some point.
A roll of the shoulders, and she offers it over. ]
" ..fair warning. it's a piece of shit. but it works eventually. "
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 .ᐣ
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 .ᐣ
͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏
͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏
" yeah. i probably do ... " she took it on the chin. bit of dry laughter beneath her words.
. . .
For a moment, she observes in silence..
Before fishing into her pocket, retrieving a pair of cigarettes, and offering one out. ]
" ..you look like you need it. "
[ Blunt, but not unkind. ]
" yeah. i probably do ... " she took it on the chin. bit of dry laughter beneath her words.
she needed out of the house.
she needed out of the house.