they’ll be up in arms over all the shit we’ve done
Adversity in the form of a thick, handsome boy with a devastating smile. Yeah, Frey could live up to that. He is rakish, reckless as he sizes the girl up. Watching her expression carefully. A challenge. He very much appreciates a challenge, and it seemed she’d try to give him a run for his money. To her indignance, Frey simply watches. Waits. His ears swiveled as she threw her fit, considering.
Small but defiant– mostly, the way he likes them. Though her tone dripped venom, he remained relaxed. Confident.
“I’m Frey, but I could ask you the same question.” His confidence doesn’t shake, doesn’t waver. The man’s stance shifts a fraction as she seems to momentarily reconsider. It’s a flicker, gone in an instant, but at the same time… oh it’s enough. It’s enough to see the cracks around the edges.
Frey moves towards her, never one to back down from a dare. A single step in her direction, reaching out once more. It’s for her hip that he reached, teeth gleaming in the sun.
“I’m not asking you, love. I’m telling you.” Brassy, confident, and unwavering. Frey’s day had been rough so far, and perhaps this was one of the few things that would make him feel better.
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