[ He still isn't afraid. Nervy, maybe, but not concerned she could kill him (she could, she reminds herself, and eases her grip as he babbles). Her big eyes widen and narrow in the span of seconds. Then, her thumb pushes into his pulse, lighter than the intentional unpleasantness of her nails in his gut. Experimental. ]
Jinx. [ by way of explanation, ] Now we've met.
[ Jinx watches for a tell-tale flicker of recognition or twitch of fear. Finding none, she adjusts her seat on his waist, clearly not intending to move anytime soon. ]
no subject
Jinx. [ by way of explanation, ] Now we've met.
[ Jinx watches for a tell-tale flicker of recognition or twitch of fear. Finding none, she adjusts her seat on his waist, clearly not intending to move anytime soon. ]
What do you use it for, huh?