Solarflare resisted the urge to cross his arms. Or plant them on his hips. Or any other practiced power position that was intentionally designed to intimidate her. It would have been strictly overkill at this point.
The roll of his eyes matched the circles she turned. This was the exact type of rookie nonsense he’d been grumbling about before. He should have just let her handle it. Whoever she was. “Who are you?” he asked. His mostly neutral tone still sounded like a demand. Looking her over he noticed that she was devoid of emblems. The white leather was hardly a statement.
What the actual fuck was this night?
Landing on the rooftop he stalked over to her to take the bag from her possession. He frowned upon opening it and scanning the contents. “Something more valuable than all these mini chocolates?” He portrayed a mocking sort of disbelief. Reaching inside he helped himself to a tiny Snickers before thrusting the bag back in her direction.
Ripping open the wrapper he popped the candy into his mouth and handed the trash to her as well. “Crazy classified,” he repeated slowly over a mouthful of chocolate. This time he did cross his arms. “They probably should have picked a better liar for the super-duper classified mission.” He didn’t know who 'they' would have been. Didn’t have to. Since, he didn’t believe her story for a second.
Stellar would think this was fucking hilarious when he told her about later.
The roll of his eyes matched the circles she turned. This was the exact type of rookie nonsense he’d been grumbling about before. He should have just let her handle it. Whoever she was. “Who are you?” he asked. His mostly neutral tone still sounded like a demand. Looking her over he noticed that she was devoid of emblems. The white leather was hardly a statement.
What the actual fuck was this night?
Landing on the rooftop he stalked over to her to take the bag from her possession. He frowned upon opening it and scanning the contents. “Something more valuable than all these mini chocolates?” He portrayed a mocking sort of disbelief. Reaching inside he helped himself to a tiny Snickers before thrusting the bag back in her direction.
Ripping open the wrapper he popped the candy into his mouth and handed the trash to her as well. “Crazy classified,” he repeated slowly over a mouthful of chocolate. This time he did cross his arms. “They probably should have picked a better liar for the super-duper classified mission.” He didn’t know who 'they' would have been. Didn’t have to. Since, he didn’t believe her story for a second.
Stellar would think this was fucking hilarious when he told her about later.
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