Colt’s eyes shifted, not paying anything in particular attention besides her voice. Thinking about it, he’d nod to himself.[color=#c10300] “Alright, we’ll start with that one then. Once you’re all squeaky, dried and dressed we’ll camp out on the balcony a bit. We can bring the food too.”[/color] Chuckling a little, [color=#c10300]“I’m surprised ones no been by with one, honestly. You seriously ain’t been more than fifty paces?”[/color] The surprise was palpable in his voice, Colt couldn’t imagine going nowhere, but then he was in the Coterie. Brows wrinkled along with him nibbling at his lower lip in thought, [color=#c10300]“Maybe one time I pay the man for a day's work and we take you somewhere for the day, see something you ain’t seen before.” [/color]
A warm feeling passed through him as she admitted that she was happy the two weren’t the same.[color=#c10300] “Oh…. Well, good.”[/color] He couldn’t help the little smile to himself, it felt good knowing that, but then she went quiet and Colt passed her a quick cursory glance, noticing the familiar look of thought before she continued. Her last sentence caused him to chuckle some, nodding along with her words. [color=#c10300]“Ah, I see. You miss the Towering Inferno,” [/color]he’d snicker, then explain a little. [color=#c10300]“Danny. He’s a shit, but that’s what he calls my mean face.”[/color] He’d shrug, sniffing and turning his gaze away, [color=#c10300]“I don’t like it, being the bad guy, but sometimes it’s the only way geezer’s like Frank understand the world.” [/color]
His leg stilled after a final bounce against her palm, even his breath caught for a second in his throat, gently exhaled when it didn’t travel. Colt would catch the flush after winking, chuckling and cocking a brow curious about it, but refrained from pushing it. What they had going was nice and he didn’t want to spoil it by hunting after a possible goose chase. The lads, and every other sane fucker told him the same damn thing. She was a whore, but he’d witnessed the forced smiles, the emptiness of her eyes in the mornings after. This was more genuine.
It brokered a little more confidence in the dexterous thief. [color=#c10300]“I can make Frank chase her down if she gets out in the morning. And I’ll get his lackey’s to fix the fence before we go. You just focus on relaxing, and, uh, the cuddles later.”[/color] Yeah, and he'd probably have to strap his dick to his thigh come the morning. It was going to be a long night if his head didn't panic the entire night, worried he might roll over and crush the poor lass.
Cutting her a piece, Colt paused as he went to pick up the melon, head swivelling between plate, Willie and Willie’s hand. She wasn’t going to move her hand, which meant… [color=#c10300]“Um, I,”[/color] fuck it, [color=#c10300]“... Uh, Open wide, I guess.”[/color] He’d swallow and after retrieving it, was just about to let it touch her lips as she began speaking again. Colt could feel the blood rising once again to his cheeks, [color=#c10300]“Aye… no. No funny business, but,”[/color] he’d boop her nose with the wet melon, smearing the juices over her clean face with a hearty laugh, before plopping it into her mouth. [color=#c10300]“That’s for your cheek and my hands deal with a lot of locks and mechs for keeping folks out. I gotta take care of them.” [/color]
Thinking about it, he hadn’t checked if smacking Frank’s gobshite face had nicked anything, bringing his hand up to get a closer inspection. A slight bruise, but it was hardly noticeable among the various patterns inked into him.
A warm feeling passed through him as she admitted that she was happy the two weren’t the same.[color=#c10300] “Oh…. Well, good.”[/color] He couldn’t help the little smile to himself, it felt good knowing that, but then she went quiet and Colt passed her a quick cursory glance, noticing the familiar look of thought before she continued. Her last sentence caused him to chuckle some, nodding along with her words. [color=#c10300]“Ah, I see. You miss the Towering Inferno,” [/color]he’d snicker, then explain a little. [color=#c10300]“Danny. He’s a shit, but that’s what he calls my mean face.”[/color] He’d shrug, sniffing and turning his gaze away, [color=#c10300]“I don’t like it, being the bad guy, but sometimes it’s the only way geezer’s like Frank understand the world.” [/color]
His leg stilled after a final bounce against her palm, even his breath caught for a second in his throat, gently exhaled when it didn’t travel. Colt would catch the flush after winking, chuckling and cocking a brow curious about it, but refrained from pushing it. What they had going was nice and he didn’t want to spoil it by hunting after a possible goose chase. The lads, and every other sane fucker told him the same damn thing. She was a whore, but he’d witnessed the forced smiles, the emptiness of her eyes in the mornings after. This was more genuine.
It brokered a little more confidence in the dexterous thief. [color=#c10300]“I can make Frank chase her down if she gets out in the morning. And I’ll get his lackey’s to fix the fence before we go. You just focus on relaxing, and, uh, the cuddles later.”[/color] Yeah, and he'd probably have to strap his dick to his thigh come the morning. It was going to be a long night if his head didn't panic the entire night, worried he might roll over and crush the poor lass.
Cutting her a piece, Colt paused as he went to pick up the melon, head swivelling between plate, Willie and Willie’s hand. She wasn’t going to move her hand, which meant… [color=#c10300]“Um, I,”[/color] fuck it, [color=#c10300]“... Uh, Open wide, I guess.”[/color] He’d swallow and after retrieving it, was just about to let it touch her lips as she began speaking again. Colt could feel the blood rising once again to his cheeks, [color=#c10300]“Aye… no. No funny business, but,”[/color] he’d boop her nose with the wet melon, smearing the juices over her clean face with a hearty laugh, before plopping it into her mouth. [color=#c10300]“That’s for your cheek and my hands deal with a lot of locks and mechs for keeping folks out. I gotta take care of them.” [/color]
Thinking about it, he hadn’t checked if smacking Frank’s gobshite face had nicked anything, bringing his hand up to get a closer inspection. A slight bruise, but it was hardly noticeable among the various patterns inked into him.
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