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@demolitionsman liked for a starter and gets one!
❛ I’m Ruby. ❜ The tailor says, gesturing for Wylan to sit down. ❛ Your boss asked me to tailor you. ❜ Ruby wasn’t her real name. It was an alias. A name that refers to her bright red curls and how valuable she was to Tante Heleen. She was a grisha indentured at The Menagerie where her main job was to fix up the girls, make them presentable, desirable. She was a nobody. But it was better than the golden cage of the Grand Palace she’d left behind.
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@demolitionsman said: that's the seventh root i've tripped over in the last ten minutes.
"well! that takes skill," jesper spared the briefest of withering glances over in wylan's direction, before throwing a cursory look at the leaf strewn ground for any more offending roots. the mud looked horrendous, and he had neither the mind nor the patience to clean muck off new trousers. "congratulations on not breaking a bone yet,"
teasing aside — they had a time limit on how long they could afford to dally in the woody gardens of the manor house. especially if wylan was leaving evidence of tripping over roots. "take my hand. it won't stop you tripping over, but at least you won't be facedown in mud — or slowing me down. c'mon."
@demolitionsman -- a gunslinger's priorities
A small token of time, just to relax. . . or well, most people would relax. To the gunslinger of the Crows, it was more time to wander around and possibly poke his nose into some business that would end up with more than bargained for. Hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket, leaning against one of the tables inside the quiet room. Away from the streets for the moment, curiously watching Wylan move about. "You ever hold a goat?" The question just sort of slips from Jesper, "Like, one of the lil' guys?" He always had been partial to animals growing up, having time to let his rushing mind settle long enough to ponder how Milo was doing.
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@demolitionsman said — " you're not going to shoot me. "
ㅤㅤ " GHEZEN AND ANYONE else out there - wylan, of course i wasn't going to - " jesper cuts himself off with a sigh. there's an edge to his voice that isn't typically there, as if he's off-kilter. it seems like even more likely of a chance when he rubs at the bridge of his nose and his eyes like he's tired. then, she slips the gun she'd grabbed back into the drawer she yanked open.
ㅤㅤ " word of advice, hendriks. saying things like that won't get someone to actually stop putting a bullet through you if they feel like it. or if they're woken up rather jarringly from a quick doze and didn't quite wake up on the right side of the bed. you're lucky. " she waves a dismissive hand through the air. " did you have to creep up on me like that? i was unaware our demo man picked up on the sneaking habits so quickly. "
@demolitionsman gets a starter! wylan + inej
"I've got a gift for you," Inej says. Her friendship with Wylan is still somewhat new, but she wants him to feel like he's part of the group. He should feel included. She wants him to feel included in the same way that the crows have become her family. "Do you have a minute?"
@demolitionsman said — " i just don't want to be alone tonight. "
ㅤㅤhe's half - way to to the door when wylan admits it.
ㅤㅤthere's a second's wait. wylan isn't looking at him, fiddling with something on his sleeve. it's as if he wants to duck away from the admission, perhaps pretend that it didn't happen at all. jesper turns on one heel, then regards the rest of the room. it's dark out in ketterdam, although that never means the city's going to sleep. there's a little lamp on a desk, a bed, a chest for clothes - but it's cramped and small. it's hardly any place comfortable, and after the night they've had...
ㅤㅤjesper's shoulder aches from the reminder. they roll it as if the cut there will suddenly heal from stretching it out.
ㅤㅤbefore she can suddenly doubt herself on it, jesper makes her way over to the chest and promptly sits, crossing her ankles over one another. " well, having's company is always better. " her grin is bright, but there's an uneasy edge to it, like she doesn't like the idea of wylan alone. " personal experience. the night's still young, if you wanted to - go out on one of the staves? "
