#mutethesnitch

Make an assumption about me and I’ll confirm/deny it. [x]

Mute laughed, which quickly turned into a coughing fit. Once he had calmed down, he pulled out his notebook and wrote a reply.

Mya’Dar raised an eyebrow at the page before examining the stranger for a moment and then shrugging. She wasn’t going to judge his communication methods. Nodding her head in the direction of the scuffle across from them, she tried to explain.

Dalamus was barely even listening to the guard, and gladly turned his attention towards the journal when it was presented. Upon reading the words and seeing the man’s frown at the guard, he almost chuckled. A mute person was to be his ally. Never saw that one coming.

Brande turned her head to look at whoever had tapped her shoulder, and furrowed her brows when she didn’t recognize him. She was about to ask who he was when he held up the journal, and she read what was written. The Imperial was about to protest, but stopped when she realized he was going for her cheek.

{Mute glanced at the cup of tea on the nightstand in the room he had rented. He looked around, but saw no indication of who had left it. After a brief examination, the Nord brought it to his lips and took a careful sip. It was warm, soothing, and overall pleasant. As such, he also didn't keel over.

If a book had been in her hands, then Brielle would have buried her face into its pages and march off. But she had no book, and was instead forced to drag a hand down her face before clapping it over her mouth.

The hand fell down to her side shortly after covering her mouth. After a few scanning over the words written in the journal she looked to the man’s face, lips twitching up into a hesitant smile, and shook her head.