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˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> HER NOSE SCRUNCHED .. upward at his question. blue eyes watched the man - as he walked away from the bakery. air was sucked in between her teeth. a soft tsck following - before she turned her gaze to face oliver for a second. shoulders shrugged and she shook her head , before she turned back around and made her way inside once more. ❝ just some asshole. ❞ ellie replied. ❝ i can handle it. ❞

marty's  head  whips  around  to  look  at  oliver  at  such  a  speed,  it  causes  a  slight  crack  noise.  dark  hues  widen  but  then  narrow  within  seconds  before  heavily  exhaling  through  her  nose.  ❝  startin'  to  think  it  wasn't  just  multiple  concussions  if  you're  willingly  sayin'  sorry.  might  shove  you  into  a  church  later,  see  if  you  burst  into  flames.  and  if  you  do  i  call  dibs  on  your  car.  ❞

i'm freezing my ass off.

it's a sentiment that plays on a loop inside the ever-vibrant mind of one eve teschmacher. they're on a field trip of sorts, doing some charity event in gotham (and what is more charitable than offering her glamorous presence to the smelliest city in the world?). and eve really, truly believes the cold might bite into her skin and break her bones. that's happened before, right? even the weather in this city wants to sabotage a pretty girl like her.

so forgive her (or don't!) for frowning when oliver speaks. he clearly doesn't know, or doesn't understand, his audience.

skepticism is laid thickly on teschmacher's pretty face, with just a hint of concern brewing inside her green eyes. it's easy to diagnosis her with a healthy resistance towards heroes, like maybe she's allergic to getting with the good guys. all things considered, she's doing well under the pressure of interacting with green arrow. he's way less powerful than superman, right? and surely he doesn't have a reason, unlike big blue, to want to taunt her or to want to---

❛ are you gonna throw me in jail? ❜ the question interrupts her own thoughts. it's where her mind goes to first, so that's where she starts. her face tilts, skepticism shifting to something else. something a little feral, like eve herself. there's this fear, or paranoia maybe, that he's found her out. that maybe he's lurked in her closet and found the skeletons that might be a little too literal.

orange is a color that looks incredible on eve, as most, if not all, colors do. but does she really want to wear it all the time? is that a commitment she can truly make? charm him, eve, charm him.

“ someone that was just a helluva lot faster than me— ” mia cuts off with a wince as the adjusting of her bed causes a shift in cracked ribs. there isn’t much on her that doesn’t hurt. her nose broken and reset, lip split and swollen, neck stiff from whiplash, ribs busted, ankle busted, not to mention the litany of bruises— and it’ll probably all feel worse in the morning. she’d tried to be quiet coming in, but rustling around in the freezer to commandeer the household supply of ice packs does have its downsides.