@asgardiangrace “Oh.” Tone flat her boots skidded to a stop on the stone beneath, Brunnhilde paused momentarily, weight shifting primarily to her right leg.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were out here. I was looking for somewhere to drink—“
“Sooo . . . you broke it.” It was a bland statement accompanied by a moment of silence before she retrieved yet another drink, boots kicking back up onto the table and the drink’s top flicked towards the blonde with a hint of amusement.
“Weren’t you just reprimanding me —
@LYN0GTORDEN An arch of her brow was offered as she shifted, toe of her boot thudding against the box beneath that’d made the feat necessary. No magic required.
“Yeah, I’m a real sorceress.” Oh, the sarcasm.
— course, she’d seen such on Asgard and often upon Sakaar, but the sudden display was . . . jarring, to say the least.
“. . . showoff,” she finally breathed, relaxing within the chair once more.
All at once Brunnhilde righted herself within her chair, nearly tipping it on its legs as dark lashes were drawn into a wide-eyed blink. Her reaction was mostly due to the instinctual urge to protect herself, however, and what little bewilderment faded within seconds. Of —
“Oh yeah?” Maintaining eye contact, the Valkyrie downed the last remnants of her drink, then allowed the bottle to dangle between her fingers for a moment.
“Then what? Captain Bothersome?” With such, she pointedly tossed the bottle aside, smirk tugging at chapped lips.
There was a momentary pause upon hearing such, umber oculars drifting back towards the blonde seated across from her. She’d met plenty that claimed such, and while her face did seem familiar, it was hardly an impressive line of work, and she resumed drinking with a shrug of —
“Right.” Retrieving yet another bottle, her weight shifted again, the cap of the bottle clattering into the floor nearby.
“And what, exactly, would that job be? Captain Nagger?” A quiet snicker escaped, bottle lifted to her lips once more.