ꕤ  verses.

a part if her wanted to keep him in her room for the rest of the night, a sense of dread that she had to make him leave entering her body once more. he wrapped kalia around his finger just as easily as he had wrapped around his waist just minutes prior. there was a deeper sense of want that david had gotten deep into her soul and kalia was quick to get attached to people she shouldn't. however, even with all of that she knew that once her brother found out that david was practically dead and that annoyed her to no end. she wasn't about to put him in any way of danger that was at her fault.

Kalia was never a woman to turn down getting into something that maybe she shouldn't. Her entire life was revolved around criminals, and had been since the moment she was born. She knew how things worked, and she knew the moment she stepped out of that bar, her brother would have an entire search party looking for her within minutes.

She laughs slightly at the mention of her brother, shoulder shrugging slightly at the thought. "I have all the time in the world to be nosy. I'll catch him in a mood, then I'll pry deeper." She smiled, one of mischievous feeling as she looked over at Fumi.

"Periodically, so he's done this kind of shit before?" Her brows furrow, curiosity poking into her brain as she grabs another beer and places it to the side. "I wonder how often he does such things. He seemed like the wilder, less headstrong of you guys. Which isn't always a bad thing. I kind of like that." She grinned while sipping her own drink, humming to herself before placing it against the bar.

"Oh, your wife... Is she out here with you or?" Her gaze turned to look behind Heartman, but didn't see anyone. A lonely morning stroll just like she had been on, they were already similar in that way. Though a total stranger, Kalia felt some kind of solstice in her mind just talking in normal conversation. It was already much different than what she had endured recently with her brother and everything she'd seen lately. Sometimes change could be for the better, even if it was short lived.

Kalia leaned into his touch, thoughtful enough of him to try and clean off the mess he caused. "Your meal?" She let her words linger, licking her lips before catching his thumb and sucking the tip of it. "Was it good? Get your fill?" She looked up at him with a smirk, teeth catching biting down easily on the skin before letting it fall from her mouth. "I think I've already helped myself, don't you? I mean, he'll just shame me a bit for a while, but you? You'd probably be done far worse and I couldn't stand to see you done such a way."

A smirk on her face, plump lips curving before she even realized. What was Kalia doing in such a place like this anyway? Dirty boxing gloves and the smell of gym rat sweat corroded her nostrils. It was disgusting, rarely would she find herself somewhere like this, but her brother of course was conducting some sort of business that she often tagged along for. The woman in front of her looked tough, of course she did. She was probably the toughest she'd come across in a long time, but that didn't keep Kalia's inability to make a face at her disgruntled behavior. It was always hard for her to hide how she really felt.

Again.

FLASHBACK.

that unreadable poker face sat in place as she waited for things to be sorted. with as many moving parts, figuratively and literally, as there were in the club, it was of no surprise that a moment was needed. but, even now, it was hard to tell if it should or shouldn't be a surprise when heels un-stealthily click-clacked over and a certain woman closed the distance so that they were side-by-side. hues slid to the side at the same time as that poker face melted away, “ciao diavolina,” and was replaced with a lopsided smirk, along with a lopsided angled lean as fumi's arm came to drape along kalia’s shoulders. “come butta?”