#* petra

As she was walking around town square, she constantly felt like a squad of troopers was following her. They likely weren't, and she tried to rationalize that as much as she possibly could, but stars above was it freaky. So she did what she considered the most logical thing, she ducked in the closest shop. 

When she was greeted with a odd amounts of stuff and knick knacks. She let a sigh of relief and looks around to humor being in here.

@ofbatuuans​ // petra!

All Bambi wanted for the rest of the year was a peaceful end, maybe some more time with her family or even a interesting case or two; but seeing her SUPPOSED to be dead ex out walking around like they didn't have a care in the world- that was not on her holiday plans nor her wishlist. For a moment she pressed two fingers to her pulse to make sure she could still feel a heartbeat, eyes tracking the blonde's movements like a hawk until she was convinced that it was none other that Petra Weiss herself in the flesh. The only thought in the younger woman's head in that moment was 'well that was a waste of fucking tears' well that and a whole lot of angry swearing about things that didn't really matter this moment right now. Seeing those blonde locks and blue eyes made something crawl deep under her skin- something cold and clear, but more importantly Bambi was now fucking pissed. "Petra what the fuck- how the ever loving fuck are you alive?" She cursed wildly, eyes sharp as she walked towards the woman. "If you wanted to dump me there are so many easier ways to go about it or hey give me a warning next time you plan on faking your fucking death."