Ha. Ha. [She kicks a gust of wind at him, a half-hearted tongue-waggling rather than an actual attack. She doesn't otherwise dignify that "babysitter" comment with a response.
The cantina isn't far, well within walking distance. The night is just cool enough to send a pleasant shiver through her skin. She can already feel the music in her bones, her footsteps the percussive beat to an unformed melody. She loves dancing. Dancing and Naga are the only two things in her life that remain untarnished. They don't make life worth living — they don't make her regret the idea of dying — but they make existence bearable.
She doesn't bother trying to make conversation. He's terrible at it anyway, and not the kind of terrible where she could at least enjoy watching him suffer.]
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Date: 2015-03-27 12:50 am (UTC)The cantina isn't far, well within walking distance. The night is just cool enough to send a pleasant shiver through her skin. She can already feel the music in her bones, her footsteps the percussive beat to an unformed melody. She loves dancing. Dancing and Naga are the only two things in her life that remain untarnished. They don't make life worth living — they don't make her regret the idea of dying — but they make existence bearable.
She doesn't bother trying to make conversation. He's terrible at it anyway, and not the kind of terrible where she could at least enjoy watching him suffer.]