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🌹⎯⎯⎯ Sierra couldn’t help the chuckle escaping past her lips at the blonde’s rambling as she was perched up on the backrest of the bench, perfectly plucked eyebrow raising in mischief once the biscuit was closer to her reach and in a split second leaned down to take a small bite into her mouth. ❛ frankly, hun.. ❜ the brunette took a sharp inhale of smoke from her cigarette upon swallowing the bite of biscuit, ❛ the only think i’m certain of is that you sound high as hell, and it seems like some good stuff, too.❜ Her words were then soon marked with a gentle smile on her end, exhaling a grey cloud into the chilly air.
“...i’m not on anything.” her brows came furrowing together in mild confusion, thought train de-railed not by offence, but by wonder of what existential discoveries she could achieve if she indulged as others her age ( other members of the squad, certainly ) did. it wasn’t a risk she particularly wanted to take, given the fragility of the human body and mind, but entertaining a flight of fancy to a slight degree wasn’t so harmful. colette pulled a whole bag of self-baked biscuits from her satchel and offered it to sierra so that she could have her own. “like, sierra means saw, so i don’t know what that means, but colette means ‘people of victory’ and it makes you wonder...”
