maybe .
“ i’ve been . “
she’s tempted to make this man into. actual ghost. since his name and image have been haunting her for awhile .
instead she merely peels her foot away from chest .
shadows? does she mean the one thing that doesn’t aim to gun him down for simply existing? weird.
‘c. been a while. glad you’re still ki—hicking.’
the last of the sentence would trail in leu of the sudden addition of pressure.
she does and he ‘ ll slip away again.
he’s the one that turns
tail and slips into the shadows .
alright ,
then “ hi , york . “
her foot only clamps down a bit harder .
‘simple ‘not gonna throw him into a judo flip’ would too.’
he sputters, before placing a hand over the chest-pinning foot. there’s definitely malice behind this.
he knows, he knows. let him off the hook just this one time?
“ alive , huh almost had a
bet thinking you were dead . “
her head tilts further ,
lips form into a
calculated pout .
ah —— well .
“ a simple hi would have
been sufficient .”
mildly, he’s gasping for air. winded, ur not incapacitated. how long had it been since this had happened last?
not all that long ago. a raspy, guttural voice would ring out.
‘. . ‘bout par for the course.’
@OfLaxAgents she’s taking a long sip of the caffeine .
a small breath leaves her as
it rushes through her veins
and slowly starts to wake her senses up .