[ well, that inej could believe. haskell isn't exactly fast, and while inej hasn't seen kaz in a proper fight, she's heard the stories. and she's witnessed him whip around to strike someone with his cane more than once, since she began her stay at the slat. the crow's head is more than capable of drawing blood. or breaking an arm.
what he says next is also true - neither of them will. kaz, because . . . well, inej isn't entirely sure why. and inej, because she really has no choice but to play the game until she proves herself useful.
so she shrugs her thin shoulders, burying her hands a bit deeper into the pockets of her coat. ]
Knives it is, then.
[ what she's expected to do with them, inej has no idea. defend herself, he had said. she can't say that the thought of being able to do so with a bit more than her fists isn't appealing. or that removing the hands of anyone who attempted to touch her without her permission didn't tug a bit of interest at the back of her mind.
she lets herself fall into silence, at that, letting her mind wander. which typically is a bad thing, she's found, as of late. in the menagerie, it had been about survival. and in the dregs, it was much the same. but with no one forcing her to work as frequently as she was able, she had time to think. but instead of focusing on the bad memories, inej's mind drifts to the boy walking next to her. idly considering the words on her wrist. ]
Is this your favorite waffle stand?
[ she asks, glancing toward him, a little curious. and maybe seeking information from him that isn't necessarily related to money or murder. hard to come by, in the barrel. ]
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Date: 2021-01-01 03:51 pm (UTC)what he says next is also true - neither of them will. kaz, because . . . well, inej isn't entirely sure why. and inej, because she really has no choice but to play the game until she proves herself useful.
so she shrugs her thin shoulders, burying her hands a bit deeper into the pockets of her coat. ]
Knives it is, then.
[ what she's expected to do with them, inej has no idea. defend herself, he had said. she can't say that the thought of being able to do so with a bit more than her fists isn't appealing. or that removing the hands of anyone who attempted to touch her without her permission didn't tug a bit of interest at the back of her mind.
she lets herself fall into silence, at that, letting her mind wander. which typically is a bad thing, she's found, as of late. in the menagerie, it had been about survival. and in the dregs, it was much the same. but with no one forcing her to work as frequently as she was able, she had time to think. but instead of focusing on the bad memories, inej's mind drifts to the boy walking next to her. idly considering the words on her wrist. ]
Is this your favorite waffle stand?
[ she asks, glancing toward him, a little curious. and maybe seeking information from him that isn't necessarily related to money or murder. hard to come by, in the barrel. ]