10-26-2015, 09:15 PM
Ihsan looked pleased with her little game, like she didn't realize that she was the only one having fun with it. That light of amusement clouded like a storm cloud had passed over its source, and for a moment her brow creased when Alexander had spoken low and told her to step right the fuck off.
When he looked toward the ceiling like it were a reset button and then asked her if she had any crimes to report, Ihsan placed a blunt, stormy looking stare upon him. It could almost be called a sulking expression-- were here lower lip out and her arms folded it certainly would be. But then she echoed the clearing of his throat with her own and pulled a smaller, more narrow-eyed smile up across her face.
"Well, perhaps I had. But you don't want my shit anywhere near you."
Her arms spread out, palms to the ceiling, until she was making the gesture of a big helpless shrug. When her shoulders dropped down from her ears she started walking backward toward the door. Her arms dropped to her sides and her smile broadened just a bit. "This could have been a relay race-- the two of us, gunning for the finish line of this murder mystery together. But it seems I'll race against you instead."
She turned by this point, so she could open the doors to the police station to leave. As she went, she wriggled fingers over her shoulder in farewell. "Competition is the spirit to success."
When he looked toward the ceiling like it were a reset button and then asked her if she had any crimes to report, Ihsan placed a blunt, stormy looking stare upon him. It could almost be called a sulking expression-- were here lower lip out and her arms folded it certainly would be. But then she echoed the clearing of his throat with her own and pulled a smaller, more narrow-eyed smile up across her face.
"Well, perhaps I had. But you don't want my shit anywhere near you."
Her arms spread out, palms to the ceiling, until she was making the gesture of a big helpless shrug. When her shoulders dropped down from her ears she started walking backward toward the door. Her arms dropped to her sides and her smile broadened just a bit. "This could have been a relay race-- the two of us, gunning for the finish line of this murder mystery together. But it seems I'll race against you instead."
She turned by this point, so she could open the doors to the police station to leave. As she went, she wriggled fingers over her shoulder in farewell. "Competition is the spirit to success."