damia ravin speaks fluent sarcasm (contrabandist) wrote in emillion, |
His part of town. Damia supposed it wasn't really her part of the Tenements, though she never put much thought into where she was lurking, traveling through shadow and quiet as the rats they were just discussing. She sighed up at the sky in a manner that was almost wistful, but he'd known her long enough to know it wasn't genuine.
"I lay awake at night thinking about you and rat-infested apartments," she admitted, her dreamy tone almost convincing, but she wasn't trying to fool anyone, let alone Cian. One hand came to balance on her hip. "I have business with someone," was all she'd say about having a job in the next hour or so. Best not to admit such things publicly.
"Met up with your sassy right-hand about a little over a week ago, so the place is familiar." Had Ash told Cian of that day? If not, she wouldn't go into much deal. Boom, pow, glug was about the gist of it.