❝ You almost looked peaceful . Except you’re lying in a dirty alley . ❞
the wolf among us ( accepting )
“Awwwh, heyyy.” was meant to be the antecedent to something about the alley not being that dirty, but the black smudges on the heels PJ’s hands when she raises them self-defensively counter that point a little. That, coupled with the additional dirt on her kneecaps, make it a hard claim to dispel. And PJ doesn’t even know about the dirt on her ass. She hasn’t gotten up yet in Howard’s presence -- not lying down, but sitting on the ground with a brow-furrowed look in the direction of a dumpster opposite and no clear intention of what she intends to do to/with it. This situation’s dirty, but boy, it could be about to get a whole lot dirtier.
“Guess there’s a compliment buried in there, thanks for the peaceful thing, minimum.” Without any particular hint as to what her beef with the dumpster is, PJ claps the dirt off her palms and jerks her head in its direction, cryptically asking “You wanna help?” with no further instruction.
