What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.
Alcohol consumption; self-loathing; drug use
The loss of his eye was still a sore point. Ruth was still grappling with adjusting to the new perspective, causing everything to be that little bit off when he was usually so precise. He let out his own deep breath choosing not to answer nor apologise for his outburst. There would be time later, though there was one thing he could do to ease the tension.

Put the dagger away you idiot. Dora hasn’t killed me. Yet. It’s unlikely she’ll kill you. She might even like your company more than mine. Feigning a gasp he’d add, Smart ‘warfy. Smart..

His slight grin vanished though as he recognised the mild slip of Nairn’s usual indifference. Ruth got to his feet, joining the man’s side, palm requesting the knife. C’mon, you gimme that and then I’ll go find Danny. The C tunnel isn’t far from here, so I won’t be long. Would a nerve block sweeten it? Brow rose, offering to relieve some of the pain if it helped, though when he thought about it… he’d glance at Dora, Or… not. If it is going to hinder your work?

He grinned slyly. An upgrade might not be necessary depending on what happens after you get home. So. Knife please. And I will go and tell Danny to fetch your woman and when I come back, I can take you there, or is it back to the library, or dorms?


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RE: What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe. - by Ruth Yoesif - 05-08-2024, 05:04 PM