@venimiss — ❝ last time i listened to you we almost died. ❞
brown eyes narrow, but other than that, Cael remains unaffected by her words. he's known Noémie long enough now that (in regards to him specifically) she was more bark than bite.
he's holding a glass of water as he leans against the frame of the entryway to his condo's kitchen, his stance emanating a cockiness that only she seemed to pull out of him.
he let's his silence speak for him as he takes a drink from the cool glass, ice gently clinking against the inside as he tips it up and back down again, "𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚢𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚎𝚖."
















