Jul 6, 2018
FINGERS TUCKED THE METAL MACHINE INTO A HOOP UPON HER HIP. “ if a single pistola is out of place ... ” aggravation is clear. giving a deep breath. she didn’t like sharing her space with him, but was doing so by some small fraction of good graces that were fading... they seemed to fill her villa with arguments verses a usual hum of silence. “ i will make sure i’m the last thing you see within your existence. ” a empty threat? maybe. possibly. she slinks down into a chair lifting her legs to set black glossy boots comfortably on the table. @mathieuism
