#cutexbrxiser

“Hey Jacqui...you think I could get some help real quick..”  In all honesty he was a bit on the fence about asking this but one way or another...it was best he learned from her.  “Can you teach me how to fight?”  

“I’m 27.” Real smooth.

           *:･ﾟ❤️┇ Head lulls, rolls toward her shoulder, and suddenly she jolted awake, a cold sweat at the back of her neck, raised hair beneath the ponytail — straightens in her seat uneasily and clears her throat — seems like either the General has either not noticed her mishap or chose to ignore it for the time being. After a moment she leans toward her best friend, swallowing as her eyes never leave her elder speaking of the next mission to come, whispers: ❝Did I miss anything important?❞

There is one particular issue when it comes to Frost’s tongue and the non-existent filter with her brain, she has no manners to begin with and no intention in letting others decide for her. At least Mrs. Blade -gods no she isn’t going to call her General- had a bit of hope in the young reckless cryomancer, or could give that credit to Cassie, doesn’t mean she’s thankful for this new life between other soldiers and if she keeps with this antics she might be permanently dismissed and go back to the slums. Hears the echo of the boots from the General approaching her position while the new girl finishes with the last table, can feel her judgemental eyes and drops the sponge inside of a bucket with soapy water. “Is this all? Or do I’ve gotta do anything else?”

ooc. why  not  start  this  blog  out  with  some  edits  for  some  good  friends?

cc: @cutexbrxiser ❤❤❤

“You’re the bomb, Jacqui Jax! Give your a dad a father’s day punch on the shoulder for me, I haven’t seen that old fart in forever!”