#c:lis

Não me olha com essa cara, eu sei o que você vai falar. Que eu me arrumo muito pra uma simples reunião, mas eu já te disse que é o único momento que não uso um jaleco. É só isso.

@lis-tless​

Nell knew almost every inch of White Crest after having grown up in the town. It was difficult not to when it was small to begin with, and after a lifetime of residence she felt confident that she’d found most every nook and cranny the strange little settlement had to offer. That included the layout of Traveler’s Rest. “Get back here!” she yelled as she chased after her quarry, a bounty that had been holing up in the motel while running from the bail bonds company he owed. “I’ll kick your ass if you don’t!” Unfortunately, the man seemed keener to keep said ass out of jail, and didn’t slow his sprint. 

She rounded the corner the man had disappeared behind with sharp intent, leaving little space between her and the wall in an attempt to gain even an inch of ground on him. But it seemed her knowledge of White Crest had finally failed her, and in a single moment she was launching herself head first into soil...flowers...and a new box planter that had been cheering up the outside of the room. “Shit!” Nell cursed as her head instantly began to throb in protest, not yet realizing the mess she’d made by essentially shattering the flower bed. “Holy fuck- what the hell was that?” Already some of the motel patrons were sticking their heads outside their doors to get a look at the cursing and angry girl. 

Entering without knocking, Miles pushed the door open to Lis’ penthouse as if he owned it. Cargo boots clacking loudly on her floor, he pulled his jacket off in a fluid motion only to drop it over the back of her couch.