Out of the corner of his eye, Colt watched her approach, remaining in his shadowed corner. He’d suppress the grin itching to spill out across his face from the swift change in her expression. Hands busied themselves, moving stock about the table to better display it. He’d pay her no mind unless she spoke, only glancing over occasionally to see if her hands reached for anything. His companion did attempt to draw her into conversation, but was left ignored. Colt smirked, teeth peeking briefly before he slowly rounded the bench.
Eyes flickered over her, calculating, judging the curves and dips of her robes to understand where she might keep her coin. Passing behind her to lean on the table's edge, Colt would flash a wide grin.[color=#e82a1f] “Nothin’ grabbin’ your fancy today, Miss?”[/color] No. Nothing but shite, brick-a-brack, though he did have a real fancy piece, though laying it out on the table would be a dumb move. [color=#e82a1f]“I’ll admit the selection isn’t fairing great, but I got nicer ones, if you’re interested? Can’t leave the good ones out with all the fuckin’ thieves,” [/color]he’d chuckle. It was true, his kind caused everyone to clutch their valuables, but really folks should know better.
Reaching an arm over, he’d feel out for one of his prepared boxes, [color=#e82a1f]“Got somethin’, think it might match your pretty eyes.”[/color] A necklace. Simple in design, but unlike the others, its stones were very real. [color=#e82a1f]“How bout, I put it on you, check yourself in that mirror there and I bet you’ll fall in love.”[/color] In another life, he might have done well for himself as a trader, but his hands enjoyed the wander, his body the adrenaline of a successful lift or a good old chase through alleys.
Eyes flickered over her, calculating, judging the curves and dips of her robes to understand where she might keep her coin. Passing behind her to lean on the table's edge, Colt would flash a wide grin.[color=#e82a1f] “Nothin’ grabbin’ your fancy today, Miss?”[/color] No. Nothing but shite, brick-a-brack, though he did have a real fancy piece, though laying it out on the table would be a dumb move. [color=#e82a1f]“I’ll admit the selection isn’t fairing great, but I got nicer ones, if you’re interested? Can’t leave the good ones out with all the fuckin’ thieves,” [/color]he’d chuckle. It was true, his kind caused everyone to clutch their valuables, but really folks should know better.
Reaching an arm over, he’d feel out for one of his prepared boxes, [color=#e82a1f]“Got somethin’, think it might match your pretty eyes.”[/color] A necklace. Simple in design, but unlike the others, its stones were very real. [color=#e82a1f]“How bout, I put it on you, check yourself in that mirror there and I bet you’ll fall in love.”[/color] In another life, he might have done well for himself as a trader, but his hands enjoyed the wander, his body the adrenaline of a successful lift or a good old chase through alleys.
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