Bearclaw Valley round town

twitch watches him, searching his face like she’s looking for something—something darker, maybe. like she’s waiting to hear the catch—things like this usually had one, so she had gave him an easy way out. but he doesn’t take it. doesn’t hedge or backpedal or through a bad deal at her. just says it plain, like it is that simple.

her mouth presses into a thin line. thoughtful. unsure. ”y’really can’t be any worse than me.” she remarks, thinks about their previous interaction, the part where he snapped at her cause she fucked up—fuckin’ typical—but she was glad he didn’t hold it against her.

she wishes she knew how this was supposed to look. how it was supposed to go, some previous experience relevant enough that she could apply it here. but maybe that was the point—maybe it didn’t have to look like anything in particular.

”been here long?” she asks after a moment passes.