Fingers rested idly upon her hips, weight shifting from foot to foot in a futile hope to ease the ache that crawled up her ankles, a brow arching in notice of the scoff. Although she restricts herself from commenting, swallowing the words back to rot in her throat, she casts a glance in his direction with obvious bemusement. The prolonged amount of time it takes for her to receive an answer stirs amusement within her—as if he was making a decision that could change his life—yet blank is her expression. She exhibits nothing beyond what she wished to show, an idle disposition in quiet wait of his answer, and when it is received, she tilts her head in thought, pallid fingers tapping gently against her lower lip.
❝ & what is it going to cost? ❞
She arches her brow once more, knuckles dragging along her mandible slowly before hands drifted to dig through her pockets in search of whatever she had stowed away for her sporadic trip. She had brought little with her, and although she hates the thought of giving off what little money she had, she was aware of the { g r e e d } of people.
( VIRIDIAN. )
The response given is returned by another scoff & he’s smiling
this time around; unlike earlier is he quick to respond, fingers
running through spiked hair once, gaze never meeting the other’s
& instead laying still on the floor beneath their feet.
“ And why do you assume that it’ll cost anything? ’
It is asked almost like a whisper but is echoed through empty walls
& a room devoid of anything else but them. ( for the rest had left for
the night already; loud chattering & the shuffling of their heels had
long since left the premises, multitudes of the phrases ’ take care! ’
& ’ have a good night! ’ had been spoken into the dead of the night. )
