[ would it be a hair too dramatic to say he has missed this face? he saw it such a short while ago but it was pinched due to pain and their situation had been beyond hectic. when he leans closer, he runs the backs of two fingers along the length of his jaw before catching him by the chin.
Branlon searches his face nearly as long as he searches his, finally smiling when he agrees to it. they don’t know these streets as well as the mark does but they also aren’t as dogged as he is. experience is key here and he has it in spades, so he leans down and chuckles a bit. ]
I could make it in eighteen minutes but I would rather lead them far enough away that they will have a tough time tracking their way back. This place has to have a sordid underbelly of sorts, I don’t see his type setting foot there even with his friends.
Far too dangerous, my dear, to rub elbows with such unscrupulous folk.
[ the voice he portrays is dripping with arrogance and disdain as he puts the equivalent of a Party City wig atop of his head. look, he appears just as annoyed by it, giving it a disgusted look as he tugs at one of the strands. what is it even made of? no matter, it will do in a pinch. after throwing the cloak over his shoulders and making himself look smaller by hunching over, he sneaks one more kiss. ]
The shadiest looking bar you can find down there—twenty minutes. I love you.
[ when he darts away after hearing what he has to say, he purposely lifts his head to let the light colored hair peek out. a sharp whistle gets their attention but it’s what he does after that has them chasing him with renewed fervor.
what is the easiest way to piss off a nobleman? getting flipped off by the little “whelp” who stole your purse while he is holding it between his other fingers. as if marveling at the efficiency, he winks at Winslow before taking off through the crowd.
it’s a ruse shhh
[ would it be a hair too dramatic to say he has missed this face? he saw it such a short while ago but it was pinched due to pain and their situation had been beyond hectic. when he leans closer, he runs the backs of two fingers along the length of his jaw before catching him by the chin.
Branlon searches his face nearly as long as he searches his, finally smiling when he agrees to it. they don’t know these streets as well as the mark does but they also aren’t as dogged as he is. experience is key here and he has it in spades, so he leans down and chuckles a bit. ]
I could make it in eighteen minutes but I would rather lead them far enough away that they will have a tough time tracking their way back. This place has to have a sordid underbelly of sorts, I don’t see his type setting foot there even with his friends.
Far too dangerous, my dear, to rub elbows with such unscrupulous folk.
[ the voice he portrays is dripping with arrogance and disdain as he puts the equivalent of a Party City wig atop of his head. look, he appears just as annoyed by it, giving it a disgusted look as he tugs at one of the strands. what is it even made of? no matter, it will do in a pinch. after throwing the cloak over his shoulders and making himself look smaller by hunching over, he sneaks one more kiss. ]
The shadiest looking bar you can find down there—twenty minutes. I love you.
[ when he darts away after hearing what he has to say, he purposely lifts his head to let the light colored hair peek out. a sharp whistle gets their attention but it’s what he does after that has them chasing him with renewed fervor.
what is the easiest way to piss off a nobleman? getting flipped off by the little “whelp” who stole your purse while he is holding it between his other fingers. as if marveling at the efficiency, he winks at Winslow before taking off through the crowd.
missing something from your pocket, darling? ]