#|(interaction) commissioncd|

The sound of footsteps close behind her causes Cha-Cha to abruptly stop her brisk walk down the secluded street. With a subtle eyeroll she looks over her shoulder, glancing at the figure behind her.

“If you’re trying to follow me, you’re doing a shit job being subtle about it.”

She turns to properly face him; her first instinct is to reach for any kind of weapon she can get her hands on, under the assumption that this interaction would end in a fight of some description.

Her gaze remains fixed on him as she refuses to look away and give him the upper hand. There’s a brief beat of silence as she looks him up and down.

“Just cut the crap and tell me what the hell it is you want.”

“Hello Five, it’s been a while.”

There’s an air of nonchalance to her as she steps out of the shadows and into the light; as per usual there’s not a hair out of place. Her face is adorned with the scars of their previous encounters, an ever-present reminder of the times he had won their little game yet she smiles as she approaches him.

Coming to a stop in front of him she leans in close to mock whisper, “Did you miss me?"  Drawing back, she clasps her hands together; there’s truly no tell as to what her true intentions are here.

“Such a warm welcome, how unlike you,” she laughs for a moment. It's quite a difference from the hostility she had come to expect from him. While the hostility never bothered her, The Handler couldn't help but find this almost amusing to some degree.