ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗᶰᵉʳˢ

                               legs swing, she plants herself on a barstool in an old fashioned silence.         wasn’t it awkward making simple small talk when she had gotten used to the dirty glares and the snarky comments?  ❛  we don’t have to do this.  ❜  arms come to rest on the counter top and with it is her badge and gun.  ❛  we’ve never been on friendly terms ------ but i’m fine and so is trixie.  ❜  the blonde knew of her daughter’s friendship with the bartender so offering the other the reassurance was all that she was capable of doing.      ❛  since we’re here ---- how’s amenadiel? i heard he was injured.  ❜

                               ❛  we’re not a package deal, we are two INDEPENDENT people.  ❜  an eyebrow cocked as arms folded over her chest.  ❛  ----though this does have to do with him.  ❜

                                           ❛  there would have to be since the unknown caller came from this abandoned warehouse  ❜  head cocked to the side, her sidearm lowering ever so slightly.  ❛  ----------and you know, it’s actually kinda scary when you say things like that.  ❜  the blonde grew to trust his instincts, whether good or bad and she could never be sure these days.     her shoulders pulled back, back straightened and with one hand, she reached for the handle of the door to get ready to pull it open.  ❛  on the count of THREE----  ❜

                                                                     chloe lowered herself down into a crouching position as fingers jolted out to swipe a strand of brunette lock behind her daughter’s ear.   ❛  monkey, there’s no such thing as ghosts.      what you saw was probably just your own imagination playing tricks on you.  ❜  she reassured her with a faint smile and kissed at her forehead.   ❛  you’re tired and i think we should read one of your favorite bedtime stories.  ❜  it wasn’t to say that she didn’t believe her, but she had her fair share of ‘scary’ things and most of it was just an overactive imagination.