beware the PATIENT woman.

@crustrix liked this for a one liner !!

looking between the man with the orange hat && the smug asshole in question, crudelis hums while she tapped her fingers against the wooden table they all played around. " && say i chose to help you; what's in it for me ? "

she's up on her feet the moment shopping is mentioned. “ he's only taken me shopping once! and then i went once with becky, but i'm excited to go with auntie cru! ”

once ? only ONCE ?! she's going to have to have a word with someone later. " oh ? is this your friend from school ? "

“ i don't think those rights include getting anya a replica toy pistol from spy wars. it's a miracle she hasn't severely injured anyone yet. ” he's hoping he's not jinxing anything.

"you wouldn't have been able to resist it either if you saw the way she looked when we were out shopping. " stifling a laugh as she took a sip from her beverage, the smile present isn't too hard to notice. "besides, it isn't real. you have NOTHING to worry about."

“ but it looks real, so that should be good enough. ” he takes a bite of the aforementioned piece of food. and sure enough, it's hard as a rock. “ maybe i wasn't biting into it the right way... ”

"you..." she blinks. she blinks even more. "you're going to break your teeth."

@crustrix​

"If that is of any concern to anyone, then rest assured, I am no pirate, nor marine—" a smile is feigned at the last bit before she adds on, "I'm here to trade goods. Will this be an issue ? If proof is what you need, I would be happy to show the merchandise, && ofcourse the official papers."

      It was his birthday yesterday, and nobody celebrated it…

somebody ate the birthday treat she left for him, && it wasn't her...

her concern, while entirely valid, still annoys him. he just wanted to be left alone, that seemed hard for everyone he interacted with to grasp. maybe he's still a bit groggy from just waking up. “ believed that i, what? ” he asks, mouth still full of food. the fact that she thought he'd just died doesn't cross his mind, his brain's still lagging. “ honestly lady, haven't you heard of minding you― ” before he can even finish his sentence, his head's suddenly on the plate again. this time, it's his cheek that's in the meal, and he's still holding up his fork.

"believe me, i—" && he's plopped into the food once more before another word can get out. what was preciously concern seemed to be misplaced with a growing frustration. surely this man was either messing with her... or this was a serious condition. glancing around, no one else seems to care nor mind. this has her sighing, not quite sure what to do. " hello ? you still alive there ? do i need to go grab a doctor...? "