Fishblight Mire i told the devil to take you back

He put an ease to her wonderment, though how they’d gotten there in the first place was a little confusing. The comfort he offered had momentarily replaced the weird unease she felt when she’d first met him a few moments ago. His “crazy” had been an over exaggeration of their situation and it had turned into a mutual working together to get it out. Sriracha was definitely charismatic, Ocra would give him that, and it was a nice change from the monotony life of a lone wolf she’d experienced since she’d left a few short weeks prior. 

The proposal caught her attention and her ears went forward, uncertain what to make of it. The life of a loner was still so new to her that she wasn’t sure if things like that happened often. He seemed far more seasoned than she, and friendly to boot, that his charm was hard to not be impressed by.

“Do you ask everyone you meet to be a criminal?” she asked with a laugh to follow, her tail wagged hard a few times—so much that the clunk of mud flung off in one direction—and she didn’t allow herself to slow down and back away like she might be worried he was an undercover murder. “Who are you?”