ㅤ
ㅤsnorting a laugh, one arm crossing under her chest to hook onto the other.
ㅤ” aw, gee - !
ㅤlisten, * kid, i was gettin’ crossed while you were in th’ * womb. i’ll call yah what i like. “
eyeing the weapon up and down. slanting her hips with a cocked brow.
ㅤ
ㅤ—𝔉𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝔐𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄ㅤꨄ︎
"Boy?! 'm 37. I ain't no 'boy'. Lady.
..here."
Offering his hammer. Monster head being the actual hammer part, shaft made of steel. Tall as him.
6'3.
"Try using it."
ㅤ
ㅤ” tch.. manners, boy. “
ㅤhands propping onto her lower back, she couldn’t help but let a small, sarcastic smile slip through.
ㅤ” fifty six.
ㅤbut i dunno. bizarre world we’re livin’ in. “
ㅤ
Zenor
ㅤ—𝔉𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝔐𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄ㅤꨄ︎
"How old are ya? Maybe 's time ta accept you wont ever feel it again. The rush of adrenaline. "
Zenor
ㅤ
ㅤ” nah. did all my scrimmages years back. these bones’re too old fer allat nonsense. “
ㅤdropping her head back, turning it side to side to stretch out the kinks.
ㅤ” just tryna.. find th’ same ol’ kick in different things. “
ㅤ
ㅤ—𝔉𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝔐𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄ㅤꨄ︎
..?
"Being hit does the trick fer me."
Zenor
ㅤ
ㅤ… bored blink, dropping the firearm to her side with a sigh.
ㅤ” nothin’ gets the blood pumpin’ anymore. “
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