"Dick. You magnificent fat bastard," Serafíne gives him her razor grin and full on eye contact, walking into Fairchild's 'office' in a way that has her walking not-quite-into him but close, without giving an inch or a beat or a flinch over the fucking name he fucking calls her. They all wear different ones sometimes, right? She's standing there framed in the doorway, Justin behind her and the two of them sort of high-five over her head and then she's just sauntering in, dark eyes flicking him up and down. " - still hiding a six pack under there?" With a faint, purse-lipped smirk and a direct, challenging stare at the bottom hem of his fucking A-shirt. "Or are you spending too much time killing hookers and delivering fucking pizzas to get your ass to the gym these days."
"Course New Person's not a fucking cop. He's just my fucking ride." And Justin comes in behind her and she tips her head aaalll the way back so she can sort of see upside-down Verbena behind her and gives him this faintly high, noodling sort of grin. The hood of her light jacket falls back, of course, followed by a few long coils of her curling hair. "Are you, New Person?"
Brows lifted in arch and upside-down query, this fucking light just gleaming in her eyes. Hard to imagine that she could ever fall apart the way she did the other night just briefly, entirely undone.
Then, she rights herself, hands in the pockets of her hoodie, stretching it out as she saunters into the room. Spreading out to take in the space and the walls and the blare of the video game console and soak in the general aura of a guy who texts ICE COLD in ALL CAPS. Back to the dealer, then a glance at Justin, her mouth crawling wry.
"I could frisk him for you though, Dick. If you wanted. Just to be safe."
And lo, Justin and Sera waltz the fuck into the apartment of Dick Fairchild, Philosophe.
"So, fuck. You'll never guess who I saw last night, right?" This only once the door is firmly closed and shut and latched, depending on how paranoid Dick is feeling at just this moment. Only once Sera's had a chance to amble into the room, "Fucking Kelsey. She said you had something new, man. Or was it fucking Byron? Maybe it was fucking Byron, was she looking for Byron?" another tip of her head toward Justin, all lazy, "do you remember New Person?"
[OOC: startin' some magicks here. Will FPM and roll later!
Addendum with first roll!
liz @ 10:10AM
Sera: Watching the Weaving Dif 4-1 (focus)
Roll: 2 d10 TN3 (3, 7) ( success x 2 ) VALID
niko @ 10:10AM
I can witness all the things
niko @ 10:10AM
Witness@]
]
"Course New Person's not a fucking cop. He's just my fucking ride." And Justin comes in behind her and she tips her head aaalll the way back so she can sort of see upside-down Verbena behind her and gives him this faintly high, noodling sort of grin. The hood of her light jacket falls back, of course, followed by a few long coils of her curling hair. "Are you, New Person?"
Brows lifted in arch and upside-down query, this fucking light just gleaming in her eyes. Hard to imagine that she could ever fall apart the way she did the other night just briefly, entirely undone.
Then, she rights herself, hands in the pockets of her hoodie, stretching it out as she saunters into the room. Spreading out to take in the space and the walls and the blare of the video game console and soak in the general aura of a guy who texts ICE COLD in ALL CAPS. Back to the dealer, then a glance at Justin, her mouth crawling wry.
"I could frisk him for you though, Dick. If you wanted. Just to be safe."
And lo, Justin and Sera waltz the fuck into the apartment of Dick Fairchild, Philosophe.
"So, fuck. You'll never guess who I saw last night, right?" This only once the door is firmly closed and shut and latched, depending on how paranoid Dick is feeling at just this moment. Only once Sera's had a chance to amble into the room, "Fucking Kelsey. She said you had something new, man. Or was it fucking Byron? Maybe it was fucking Byron, was she looking for Byron?" another tip of her head toward Justin, all lazy, "do you remember New Person?"
[OOC: startin' some magicks here. Will FPM and roll later!
Addendum with first roll!
liz @ 10:10AM
Sera: Watching the Weaving Dif 4-1 (focus)
Roll: 2 d10 TN3 (3, 7) ( success x 2 ) VALID
niko @ 10:10AM
I can witness all the things
niko @ 10:10AM
Witness@]
]
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula