[open] i shall wear no crown [any]

[Deathwish]

Deathwish

im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved

Deathwish found herself quickly getting bored with this conversation. She was intrigued by his look--he had a quizzical brow and a beautiful face--but he seemed more intrigued by his bunnies and his seemingly self-inflicted sense of honor than in actually doing something worthwhile with a woman who might just happen to be interested in him.

In short, the man was clueless.

DW snorted slightly when he mentions a home. A question asked like man who is full off nobility. 'Ser White,' despite being entirely black, mocks her abilities and Deathwish cannot help but visibily--and dramatically--roll her eyes at him. "I have not deigned to join them," she says haugtily, her eyes looking past her companion for any interesting bodies to talk to. Anyone else to talk to. "For someone who seems to be so desperate for a home, the irony that will not follow the bunnies to the field seems a bit...well, odd, actually." She snorts at Ser White.

For someone who wants to live bit longer, you certainly have alot of cheek, Ser White." She furrows her eyes and shutters her emotions, taking a step towards him, daring him to come closer. Daring him to do anything of interest to her. Anything that wouldn't entice her to rip his every organ from his body and leave it in a stinking pile of rot to be attacked by the bunnies he loved so well.

yippee kiyay ahh yea, bout to set it off

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