Post by Jess on Jan 25, 2022 17:55:09 GMT -5
Let's make some history together, eh~?
“Hmmmnnn…” A coffee cup in hand and a knot in her brow, while it went without saying that Samantha Stephens was happy to get a little caffeine in her system at any time of the day, it had to be said that given her current focus even the bittersweet taste of carefully blended beans and just the right amount of milk was not alleviating her problems all that much on this occasion, and perhaps even given the situation was in its own way making things that little bit worse, in fact.
Those extra bodies really ate into my budget… Never happy to be caught in the devils snare that was administration but her mood hardly being listed as she scanned her pocket book and noted the fact that recent less than successful endeavours into the archaeological scene had left her rather close to the red zone, she sipped on that mature flavour with a soft sigh as she contemplated finding some way in which she could move a few things around and find herself sailing for her latest prize, but sadly, it seemed it was not meant to be in this case.
No matter how you look at it, I'm not going to be on my next adventuro any time soon…? Left to simply wrinkle her nose and then let her hand fall down to the side of the armchair she sat in and to where her raven and rust coloured companion currently seemed to be enjoying a quiet and relaxed moment, though it was a comfort to feel her fingertips mingle with and move through closely cropped fur which had just enough of a blend of bristle and softness to make it a pleasant experience, ultimately she found herself in the lap of delay and disappointment which sent her sapphire stare wheeling around her environment aimlessly. Or perhaps, not so?
Unless… Unsure of exactly what she was searching for but finding it when she saw it, after looking over a few faces in the nice little boutique café she found herself within the vision of the vixen settled on what she could only hope would be a lifeline, and possessed her to take a stronger slurp of her drink in preparation for movement.
I manage to find myself a little stimmy~? The gaze of the girl tightening and seeming to lose a little of its dullness as she placed her cup down and then pushed herself onto her feet, the icy regard of the blonde remained keenly focused on the object which had inspired that dash of hope only a matter of meters away, and with little effort she found it within the reach of her arm, and ready to nab.
“Excuse me, do you mind if I…?” With that in mind the minx allowing her fingers to linger with a definite sense of intent before the folded piece of parchment which carried the news toward the café and enquire toward the nearest body if she could liberate it for her own use, with it just sitting there it seemed like all she needed was a dash of luck and the right crossroad of her destiny to get her back on track, and all it would cost her was a note of good manners and the right face presenting itself within as well. After all, she could always fall back on her side job, now, couldn't she? Even if it was making a profit off the misfortune of others…
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