“mm… hoagies..” she mumbles, mimicking Homer Simpson just before peeling herself away from her partner to climb to a stand.. drenched.. in whatever this stuff was. "I hope this isn’t excrement..“ she comments, ”..going to take an acid bath when I get home.“ This was.. beyond revolting.
Turning, her hand extends down towards him in offering to help him to his feet. Once he was standing, with or without her help, she dangles the key in front of him, “Booyah.” flicking her other hand to rid it of some of the goo as she turns towards the path leading into another room. Beyond that should be the door the key fits into, “Hey, at least it’s not a horde of Rasklapanje.” she jokes.. and secretly hopes she didn’t just jinx them.
"A whole store, huh? Guess we could bring a few friends along.. Unless you’d prefer we gorge ourselves alone.” brushing a slimy lock of ginger hair behind her ear. She’s quite happy to be free, that was obvious. The brief, playful smile a sign that she’s back to her usual, snarky self.
“It better be hand served, man.” she comments in passing, grinning with mirth in her hazel gaze. “Especially if it’s just us.”
A soft chuckle wavers from the downed agent. The impersonation is and awful one with the woman’s pitch, but nonetheless, he easily recognizes it. Even for the lack of television he watched.
‘I’d try going for a shower instead.’ Its a suggestion, and one that is certainly for the best. 'But I don’t think you wanna sit in a tub of water with that stuff floating around.’
A shrug of the shoulder. 'I’m just sayin.’
Blue eyes focus on the hand that is offered to him. With a softly spoken thank he takes it. Hoisting himself up to his feet, his hands brush at the slime and goo. His expression hardens with disgust and discomfort.
'If that key doesn’t work…’ He didn’t even finish the statement. Needless to say. He might be a bit upset. Wordlessly he follows the woman into the next room. A gruff and almost obnoxious huff of amusement sounded from him. 'That’s be just our luck wouldn’t it.’
Oh, God, anything but Rasklapanje.
'A whole store.’ He repeats. 'Oh no, just for us. For this bullshit we have officially been though.’ He can’t help but chuckle once more at her words.
The words roll off his tongue in an almost stress filled and over exaggerated tone, 'I will serve them on a silver platter topped of with diamonds.’
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“Like I’d demand diamonds.. Neither of us gets paid enough for that shit.” Temperance laughs. She doesn’t truly expect...
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‘That is more reasonable with my money.’ He teasingly states, a smirk crossing his lips in return. He wouldn’t admit it-...