Redhawk Caldera Stay away from the streets [m]

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There was very little swooning happening when Towhee described what Kaertok looked like- and Niamh was surprised when her friend didn't seem entirely certain of what colour his eyes even were. Then again, she might not have noticed his eyes so much as her gaze might have been trained elsewhere, and Towhee's smirk did not go unnoticed. Niamh chuckled. So maybe Towhee wasn't too bothered by what the guy looked like; most would have considered that to be a fairly endearing quality, admirable even. So, Niamh had little reason to be disappointed that Towhee wasn't as invested in that particular aspect.

But there was a change in her expression when she described how distant he'd been, and that he'd never bothered to go looking for her to see if anything had happened as a result of their coupling. To Niamh, that could have meant that either he'd been under the same impression as Towhee at the time- that she couldn't conveive- or that he simply didn't care, and she wasn't sure she liked that lack of empathy. Then again- his apathy certainly hadn't been inherited by his daughter, so why would that matter if it was something that meant a lot to Towhee?

Her mention of the spar made Niamh's expression change, and she was suddenly quite a bit more intrigued by this guy. Apparently, he liked his foreplay to be a bit more rough-and-tumble, and so did Towhee. -“Well that sounds like fun,”- She commented, impressed. -“So you find this guy, tumble around a bit, and then...Tumble around a bit more. Did you ever see him again after?”- She asked.