“Some lady just walked up to me in the bar and proclaimed that I looked like a ‘shady motherfucker.’ Can’t argue with that one.”
the snort that leaves london is ugly and is certainly not a sound that should be coming from a human being. she thanks whatever deity is looking out for her for not letting her take a sip of her drink at that exact moment.
“wow,” she says, watching as mitsuki takes the seat beside her, watching as the band members warm up, tuning their instruments. “surely your face isn’t that bad. i mean, it looks fine to me.”
personal space? london doesn’t really know the definition of that. she leans over, eyes narrowed, face so close to mitsuki’s, she may as well be kissing her friend’s cheek. a curious hum fills the little space between them, and london eventually leans back, shaking her head.
“yeah, i dunno. i’m not sure what screams ‘shady mofo’ but, uh, knowing you? it’s not so far from the truth, i suppose.”
london raises her glass back up to her lips, concealing the grin that spreads across her lips.
“there go your chances of picking anyone up tonight, i guess.”
sentence meme – accepting!
