@strikers-saloon

@strikers-saloon

that's my emotional support rival

Her...business visits to Pride were just as quick as solving the problem she was hired to do. Villám insisted on snacking on flowers, no matter how Karma tried to convince the stubborn horse the otherwise. At least she managed to find a few which looked harmless instead about to bite her horse in return. Always on the lookout, while she could blend in Villám was quite a sight, drawing too much attention and not all of it was only curiosity.

The figure was familiar, something which Karma couldn't really say often, both her work and nature preventing her to see the same person twice.

“Ah, the fellow arsonist.”

She nodded in greeting, remembering the brief exchange with the snake demon.

“Don't want to bother, just thought it would be rude to not acknowledge. About to travel anyways.” the wraithlike gunslinger gestured at the book he's currently reading, she wouldn't like being disturbed when finally at peace for a while

Pentious’s tongue has been flicking in and out of his mouth on repeat for the past ten minutes. He isn’t staring off into the distance or anything. He’s just sitting there, reading a book. Tongue going in and out. In and out. Flickering and twitching and fluttering before slipping back in between his teeth, and then almost immediately flicking back out again. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“I'm glad I burned down so many churches while I was alive.”

“Christ, your Navy man is so embarrassing.”

@lightningdamned