08-31-2023, 02:14 AM
She was genuinely interested in Mik’s world and peered with wide enough eyes over the straw of her cup as she listened. It had gone hard, but her cheeks sucked as hard she could until there was nothing but ice lumps left behind. By then, the milkshake slurps left goosebumps on her skin and Rune huddled in her borrowed clothes to warm herself up. She even tucked her legs up under her on the couch - plus it was more comfy.
Mik was like someone in a movie. He literally worked with (not for, she noted) the mafia. Shit, what a cool life that must be. And here Rune was thinking there was nothing better than shooting bad things and hopping from state to state in Uncle Seth’s old car.
She shook her head at his question. “Nah. I’m just looking for my uncle,” and she shrugged, trying to forget how hard that was going to be. She didn’t want to think about the Atharim. Without him it wasn’t fun anyway, and she was never that good at it to start with. She was in limbo. Without Uncle Seth - alive or dead - she’d never go back to the States. But if she stayed, she was a crap hunter in Moscow who didn’t know her way around and had almost no allies. Let alone friends.
She looked up, thoughtfully coming up with an idea. “You don’t need any help, do you? I mean, i’m not a ‘gorgeous’ Switzerland, but maybe I’m a ‘plain jane’ Canada? People generally ignore me and i’m good at watching people.”
Her grin was quirky as she shook the empty the boozy milkshake cup. “Got any more?”
Mik was like someone in a movie. He literally worked with (not for, she noted) the mafia. Shit, what a cool life that must be. And here Rune was thinking there was nothing better than shooting bad things and hopping from state to state in Uncle Seth’s old car.
She shook her head at his question. “Nah. I’m just looking for my uncle,” and she shrugged, trying to forget how hard that was going to be. She didn’t want to think about the Atharim. Without him it wasn’t fun anyway, and she was never that good at it to start with. She was in limbo. Without Uncle Seth - alive or dead - she’d never go back to the States. But if she stayed, she was a crap hunter in Moscow who didn’t know her way around and had almost no allies. Let alone friends.
She looked up, thoughtfully coming up with an idea. “You don’t need any help, do you? I mean, i’m not a ‘gorgeous’ Switzerland, but maybe I’m a ‘plain jane’ Canada? People generally ignore me and i’m good at watching people.”
Her grin was quirky as she shook the empty the boozy milkshake cup. “Got any more?”