FOOTSTEPS QUICKEN as they take a left, then a right. this is one of the better-built cities, with sprawling alleyways to poke in and out of. but the men are still behind them. they're the nervous ones, don't want to start openly running after iris, their reputation probably having reached the mens' ears, but they're still there, trying to corner them
all the shops are closed, there's nowhere to duck into, and banging on anyone's door will only cause them to get dragged into the sherrif's office faster. they're about to give up and just face their enemies head on, fuck it, until they spot a lone figure. with a quick glance over their shoulder, they run up, voice puffed from their stint of running away. ❛ hey, this probably sounds, ugh, awful, mad but i need you to kiss me. like, right now ! ❜ and, well, iris is pretty on the eyes and even better with their tongue, but the thing working in their favour at that moment is probably the kicked-puppy expression and nervous glances around. JUST AS THEY HEAR FOOTSTEPS, lips find theirs and iris yanks off their cowboy hat, hiding it behind their back as the other arm wraps around the stranger's neck. SMOOTH.