Luneshale Pass It’s time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down.

the amazon returns his gaze, holding it just a second longer than most — a slender smile briefly turned the corners of his lips, though it fades as he sees her draw the limb close to her body. 

she doesn’t answer directly, instead asking after their boy. soto’s shoulders shrug. no se.

he hasn’t seen bushtit at all today, come to think of it — but their locale is fairly safe, and with his most recent enemies downed by an act of god, soto’s feeling pretty confident. 

confident enough to draw close and motion to her hip again, this time pinning her with a state that said ‘no bullshit’ this time.