| Encountering others on the streets of the Solterra capitol was nothing new. Roshan was used to it. It was how he made his living, after all, passing by the ignorant or unaware and using his quick sleight of hand to snatch things right from their pockets. That cocksure grin remained upon the painted stallion’s maw, twisting his lips up in an amused and superior sort of smirk. Mahogany eyes roamed every individual they passed, noting them for goods, pockets, or scanning for rank of importance. It wasn’t long until he spotted someone that he had not crossed paths with before, and he had a pretty damn good memory. It was her fact that caught him off guard; adorned in crude make-up, black rings and green diamonds surrounding pools of piercing blue. The maw was what got him, though; red paint as though Vendetta had used one of her fancy little daggers to slice this overo woman from ear to ear. Oh, he’d remember a face like that, and this was definitely not one that belonged on Solterra’s streets. What the fuck was she? A clown? Huh. He didn’t remember Denocte sending the circus to town. Honestly, Roshan completely intended to waltz right past the clown. His eyes were forward, ears erect, posture loose and leisurely as he swayed down the alley. She wasn’t worth his time. She stepped to the side, and he intended to pass, but it was her sudden and completely unnecessary insult that caused him to halt in his tracks. He paused, turning his head only slightly to regard her through piercing mahogany eyes, but that arrogant grin did not falter from his lips. Oh, no. If anything, it only grew with a promise of poison, and his mind whipped up an insult in turn, reticent and acidic on his tongue. “You’re one to talk with a face like that. Did you have an accident with a knife?” Cold, cruel, and dangerous was not a tone that Roshan typically carried, but this bitch of a clown had insulted his best friend. Upon his poll, Bandit watched on, feeling his bond-mate’s growing ire. The ferret-dragon’s wings slid back, ears flattening, and his tail began to flick back and forth upon the back of Roshan’s head like an agitated cat. “I didn’t know the circus was in town.” And then, at the end because he couldn’t resist, he snapped out; “… And who the fuck is Jesus?” |
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