sam  huffs  like  she'd  been  met  with  a  nuisance  of  a  situation  and  buries  her  hand  into  her  coat  pocket  to  extract  her  phone .    fingers  deftly  work  across  the  screen ,    nails  tapping  across  glass  with  speed  and  precision .    she  spares  her  a  glance  through  her  lashes ,        “ i'm  just  pulling  your  leg ,    gonna  treat  you  to  something  better  than  a  big  mac .    unless  you  want  that ? ”        a  pause .   her  nose  scrunches ,   the  idea  is  crumpled  and  tossed  aside  all  too quickly ,        “ there's  a  nice  place  val  mentioned  the  other  week  .  .  .    said  you  have  to  book  4  months  in  advance ,    but  living  in  this  tower  opens  doors  and  gets  names  booked  in  calendars .    when  are  you  free ? ”        

“ GOD'S ANGER, HM? what a thing to aim for. i suppose if you anger god, you are doing something right. ”

Taking her into my arms, I already know where this is taking us. "Which room is yours, corazón?" A better question would be which doorway leads to the next available flat surface, but it's been a while since our last time. There's an old weight and warmth in my chest that left soon after I did. Coming all this way and seeing and feeling her again ignited it. I really did miss her.

“ JUST, LIKE, IN general or right in this moment? i could explain it again. ”

(this better not awaken anything in me, gif)

A SMILE IS ever present, a hint of something wicked behind it. “ oh, my dear, where's the fun in that? ”

the rowdy cantina is crowded with patrons, drinks sloshing, music blaring, all the lights and sounds of a good night for most... not all. in the corner, din lingers like an unwanted shadow, his silence and unwillingness to participate in the merriment keeping much of the party as far away from him as possible. that never deters someone like emma, however, who seems to ease through the crowd in no time, wander into his space, and interrupt din's silence with a greeting of her own. fancy running into you here. so offhand, like it doesn't matter to her, like her aloof nature and small smile are as easy as breathing. din can relate. his helmet tilts to the left in silence, waiting... until he finally decides to humor her comment with a response. "you've been busy." he's heard rumors, drunken stories told in bars just like this, all with a tale to spin about the mysterious blonde woman in question. she's dangerous, most say, and din would agree. "they were talking about you in here last night." it's surprisingly kind for him to acknowledge that — he could let his old associate find out for herself, but din is... often kinder than he lets on. secretly. especially when it comes to those who can kick his ass. "might want to watch yourself when you leave, make sure no one follows you out." his helmet tilts again as he eyes her. "let me know if you need an escort."