Vendetta’s praise, if one sane person would even call it that, caused Roshan’s grin to brighten a ridiculous amount. He wasn’t exactly what one might call ‘sane’, but that was fine. He appreciated the woman’s words at face value and nothing more, because he was smart enough to know that they were as much of a praise as he would ever get from her. Searching any deeper would leave you bleeding out in a back alley somewhere. “I’m glad you have that much faith in me,” he preened with a playful wink, rolling his shoulders and puffing out his chest in pride. Sometimes he acted ridiculous just to see how far he could go before Vendetta finally had enough of his bullshit and put him out of his misery. It was a game. A dark one, but a game nonetheless. It was addictive, flooding his veins with adrenaline and excitement in many of the same ways that thieving did. Following along once silence stole over them, they rounded the corner to a building and halted just before the sandstone steps. Roshan arched a brow, mahogany eyes glancing upwards to the awaiting door, before refocusing his gaze on Vendetta. Her demeanor hadn’t changed, not in the slightest, and she didn’t even spare him a glance with those ruby reds before sashaying up the steps as if she owned the place, her skirt billowing with every step. Hell, she probably did own the place, with how many pies she had her hooves in. Metaphorically, of course. Although that did give him a pleasant image to chuckle at. “Catch you on the flip-side, V.” The parting was said knowing that Vendetta wouldn’t even be able to hear him, but that was fine. Roshan didn’t particularly mind. Only when the door had shut behind her did the painted thief let out a long breath, feeling his shoulders relax. Mahogany eyes flicked up to focus on as much of Bandit as he could see, the ferret-dragon still lounging atop his head with his front legs sticking out to dangle over the stallion’s eyes. ’You keep that up, and she might actually kill you someday. Then where will I go?’ Bandit’s worried voice echoed in Roshan’s head and he grinned, laughing softly to himself and taking off back down the road. His pace was leisurely and confident, a familiar sashay as he waltzed through the streets. Vendetta claimed they were hers, but he wasn’t so sure. “Maybe V will take you in and make you do tricks on the street corner for coin. Or she’ll kill you too, that way we die together.” Roshan couldn’t see it, but he could practically feel Bandit’s eyes roll. The ferret-dragon shifted enough to pull on the stallion’s braided mane, and Roshan laughed again, loud, boyish, and proud. The sound nearly drowned out Bandit’s own comment, playfully sullen. ’Stuck with you even in death? Now I know what hell must be like.’ Together, thief and bonded disappeared down the alley, the sound of Roshan’s laughter echoing in their wake. |
@Vendetta - And now we need to thread them again. xD
