#soilcoveredhands.

“What I said was.”  There was an eerie sort of calm to those vocals that were usually accented all on their own by his own amusement. It was a warning sign, but not one that a stranger would be well equipped enough to read. Instead, he was mentally kicking himself for arriving late to their little meeting to begin with - or the reaction he couldn’t ignore to the sore thumb of a stranger’s hand creeping up Ali’s thigh. “Move your fucking hand before I break it, I don’t repeat myself.”