[ ah, she knew he would have a reason, and it prompts half a laugh as she watches his expression. he absolutely has to have that last word, even over something as silly as a harmless dig over a lock.
still: ]
Something tells me you will figure it out with just your own two.
[ she almost leans over to bump her shoulder into his, but she stops herself. he has never touched her unless necessary, to boost her up or grab her in the rare street fight where someone gets close enough to her to have a shot. and she hasn't exactly touched him, either. the move feels too . . . much? which feels silly. ]
You promised me dinner, not an empty restaurant, by the way.
[ as she tilts her head toward more empty crates tucked into a corner, dusty tables that once held patrons pushed against the wall. ]
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Something tells me you will figure it out with just your own two.
[ she almost leans over to bump her shoulder into his, but she stops herself. he has never touched her unless necessary, to boost her up or grab her in the rare street fight where someone gets close enough to her to have a shot. and she hasn't exactly touched him, either. the move feels too . . . much? which feels silly. ]
You promised me dinner, not an empty restaurant, by the way.
[ as she tilts her head toward more empty crates tucked into a corner, dusty tables that once held patrons pushed against the wall. ]