Who: Rose & Roy Where: Rooftop of Roy's apartment building When: Saturday, April 25, evening What: Lian's gone to bed, so Rose's job is done. So, why not challenge Roy to a duel? Rating: PG-13 for language
Rose waited on the roof. Roy was putting Lian to bed, which considering Rose's previous experiences in that department, meant she was still waiting because Lian wanted another story. Or a glass of water. Or she had to go to the bathroom. Hell, Rose had to give the kid credit: she was a smart toddler.
While she wasn't clad in her usual chainmail, she still wore her longswords scabbarded on her back. Not that she figured she'd need them -- sure, Roy was good, but he wasn't that good. Though, she could be surprised, though given her particular skill set, that feat was a little more difficult.
She was standing on the ledge of the building, the tips of her silver Pumas just peeking over the edge. Two fingers clad in orange leather prodded into a pocket for her pack of smokes. She was contemplating quitting. But... not yet.
The wind blew her silver white hair just as she sensed Roy's presence. She inclined her head towards him.