#{;fable interaction}

 "I’ve heard rumors you were creepy but this is just a little over the top.”

There once again she'd left a terrible mess, hidden in the darkness of the city's alleys. There were little drops of blood on her white shirt, one of her hands was completely covered. Yet she'd just smear it off on her black pair of pants, she couldn't be bothered with it anyways. Just a couple of punks, sticking their little noses too deep in things where it didn't belong. And just like you'd expect it to be, Bloody Mary was the one to take care of it, like her boss wanted her to. But she didn't care, she's having fun. And that's what made it worth it. A cool breeze stroke the fables skin, working at night was something Mary always preferred to do, especially during the summer. But even someone like her could use a little break sometime, and a soft, satisfied huff left her lips.  The person approaching her, she had noticed long ago. Not a face she was used to, or, wanted to be used to for that matter.

      ❝ — So what exactly are you offerin’? ❞

      [narrowing her eyes and knitting her brows        together, the girl is oddly touched by the        tenderness in the other’s voice; something        she had most likely never heard before.]

      ❝ You wanna mock me? I don’t care.           If you wanna aid me, that’d be a           different story, though. ❞

     ❝ Nah ... I guess y' had enough for the day.      And I gotta save the good comment's for the      next time, right? ❞

She was used to that by now, yet felt concerned of the others still well-intact disturbance of letting the female touch her. Right now, it was pretty annoying, given the bruise that covered most of Nerissa's fragile foot.

     ❝ Sooo you're like, a magician right? Y' got any books      you don't need anymore or ... whatever? ❞

Jersey rolled his eyes, giving the other a forced, exaggerated smile from the other side of the window. ”Usin’ the front door like a normal fuckin’ human being now, are we?” He spat, nevertheless unlocking and opening the door for the other fable. The cryptid extended his free hand, motioning her into the room. ”Here to repossess somethin’ you dropped off?”

     ❝ Yeah, somethin' like that. ❞

Entering the front door, she frankly did not care about his little cranky attitude. She didn't plan to stay for too long anyways, as there was still a job she had to fulfill this night, like every other. Amber eyes wandered through the room for a bit before she'd finally turn her head to the glamoured fable with the ginger hair.

     ❝ Listen, I ain’t got any business  with      The Crooked Man anymore. So   you      can fuck right off and go on your way.      I just want some god  damn  peace  ’n      quiet, alright? ❞