Emil
“More like being there for newborns who are born with their hearts outside their bodies, or prematurely, or the ones who are addicted to meth and cocaine.” Though he remains smiling, Emil’s eyes are suddenly hard and very cold.
He intently watches her hand as she extends the gem in his direction. He makes no move to try and swipe it or even grab it from her. Instead, he tips his head to the eye, his eyes taking in every facet of it before she tucks it away.
“Sell it, yeah, sure. But I’m pretty sure you can do something else with it that would net you much more money than just selling it.” He says nothing else, however, and instead, stands and stretches. To her question, he gives another bouncy shrug of his shoulders.
“Mmm, she’s not my girlfriend and she’s probably bedding down like everyone else. Perhaps we should turn in for the night as well.” He gives an elegant boy and pivots on his heel to find a tent to sleep in.
“Till tomorrow Mistress Eileen.”
@Eileen Dover
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