[ she doesn't answer kaz immediately, instead methodically devouring her waffles. intent on cleaning her plate, and while she doesn't eat ravenously, she eats with great purpose.
it takes about five minutes to complete the stack of waffles, carefully scraping the cream off of her plate to lick the fork. and right when she seems to consider answering kaz's question, she reaches for her cup, to drink her water.
jesper fills the silence with a bit of a laugh and collects his plate up, commenting that he's late for his shift. inej glances in his direction, expression dubious; she knows full well he has no shift, but says nothing about it as he pats her shoulder on the way past, offering a slight salute in kaz's direction to say bye.
the touch causes her shoulders to stiffen slightly, but inej shoves down the momentary feeling of anxiety to refocus on what was asked of her. ]
The Black Tips are planning an expansion into Fifth Harbor.
[ as she sets down her cup, levelling her gaze toward his, expression neutral. a trip to the lid had proven useful, in getting the kitchen what they needed for supplies for extra money, and also in eavesdropping with some loud drunkard who elected to take on liquor at three in the afternoon.
she had had to scale a few market stands to stay hidden, but it had been worth it. tomatoes purchased, not harassed by a rival gang, and information (with a grain of salt) gathered. her arm is aching, but she ignores it. her (admittedly petty and stupid) point has been made. ]
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Date: 2021-01-04 02:12 am (UTC)it takes about five minutes to complete the stack of waffles, carefully scraping the cream off of her plate to lick the fork. and right when she seems to consider answering kaz's question, she reaches for her cup, to drink her water.
jesper fills the silence with a bit of a laugh and collects his plate up, commenting that he's late for his shift. inej glances in his direction, expression dubious; she knows full well he has no shift, but says nothing about it as he pats her shoulder on the way past, offering a slight salute in kaz's direction to say bye.
the touch causes her shoulders to stiffen slightly, but inej shoves down the momentary feeling of anxiety to refocus on what was asked of her. ]
The Black Tips are planning an expansion into Fifth Harbor.
[ as she sets down her cup, levelling her gaze toward his, expression neutral. a trip to the lid had proven useful, in getting the kitchen what they needed for supplies for extra money, and also in eavesdropping with some loud drunkard who elected to take on liquor at three in the afternoon.
she had had to scale a few market stands to stay hidden, but it had been worth it. tomatoes purchased, not harassed by a rival gang, and information (with a grain of salt) gathered. her arm is aching, but she ignores it. her (admittedly petty and stupid) point has been made. ]
Or so says their neighborhood drunk.