Luneshale Pass leave the gun, take the cannoli

a strange satisfaction settles in soto’s bones, like a content and fat cat curling around a pylon of golden sunlight. he’d inspired a change in disa’s demeanor; if only he could tap into that thorny essence and distill it at will!

his mind wanders. he wouldn’t mind putting a baby in her either; she’s pleasing enough, though the sharpness of her features speaks to a danger that attracts a more sadistic side of soto. but thinking of such things reminds him of towhee; a bolt of something cold moves through his stomach. 

is good cost to pay. soto alludes, not answering disa directly. he finds he enjoys playing with her, but such game is not without risk. something asplike stirs beneath the surface of her countenance, and it exhilarates soto any time he catches a glimpse of it. enjoy nap. no further questions. soto leaves at a causal walk.