04-05-2019, 10:58 AM
NPC: Amaya
“Of course not.” Amaya laughed, head tilted. She refrained from pointing out that they had homes to go to outside of work; it would be pointlessly cruel, and she had no interest in malice. A treat was what she’d been thinking, given the afternoon’s work (and it wasn’t like she was scraping pennies), but she didn’t push that either since he seemed committed to being practical from the offset. In an environment like Kallisti, with all its disparate misfits, you learned to adjust to other’s sensitivities, and Amaya was not fond of conflict.
She slipped her phone in her pocket while she waited for him to answer whoever it was who made him frown like that. “So you can cook as well, huh?” She grinned. “Groceries it is, then. Let’s go.”
“Of course not.” Amaya laughed, head tilted. She refrained from pointing out that they had homes to go to outside of work; it would be pointlessly cruel, and she had no interest in malice. A treat was what she’d been thinking, given the afternoon’s work (and it wasn’t like she was scraping pennies), but she didn’t push that either since he seemed committed to being practical from the offset. In an environment like Kallisti, with all its disparate misfits, you learned to adjust to other’s sensitivities, and Amaya was not fond of conflict.
She slipped her phone in her pocket while she waited for him to answer whoever it was who made him frown like that. “So you can cook as well, huh?” She grinned. “Groceries it is, then. Let’s go.”