cont w/ @lesdelis from (x)
They pop up from where they’re crouched with far too much excitement in their step, waiting almost eagerly for a reach for a weapon, a threatening pose-- But there’s... nothing, really. Well, no violence doesn’t have to mean no fun. Words can be plenty. Bailey turns sharp on their heel to fully face the man, and then with a far too over dramatic bow they chirp out a formal little “Good evening,” and when they stand straight once more there’s something far more snarky in their expression, “That’s the proper way to greet someone, if you had manners. But that’s a bit too much to expect, I suppose.”
They fall still after their little show, intent at first on observing the man in all his glory. “Not going to attack me?” Perhaps they’re pushing their luck. Perhaps all he needs is that little shove to reach for the gun that’ll blow their brain from their skull, if they’re unlucky. But Bailey is never unlucky. “Maybe you have more manners than your introduction would lead you believe. Interested instead in some tea? Some little chit chat? I doubt you’re more interested in who i am rather than why I’m here.”
