“hey, hey! i’m just the messenger!! boss lady is suuuuper particular—“ she starts and stops, biting back her words. “and i offered to split the eddies with you but you didn’t seem interested. do i look like i’m made of money?”
once again she falls back and disappears.
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aaaand out of rasko’s arms she goes before he can drop her, hopping back onto the ground in front of the stalwart leader.
“you just have to stand there— like big ( dogs ).”
there it is; a hint. one he would likely pick up on about just who had sent the little firecracker.
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“a hundred thousand.”
does he wanna keep talking? because she can go up higher! arms crossed— she rolls her eyes.
“you know, she was right about you.”
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“is he gonna be okay?” valentine asks, pointing toward the clearly not okay rasko. “did i rattle his head when i kicked him in the dick? hah— is that what they mean by dickhead?”
funny little thing, isn’t she? not afraid of pushing buttons.
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this wasn’t just personal, it was something that clearly rattled her.
“so i’m sent to deliver a uh… apology, i guess? extend a hand for a truce? find some sort of neutral ground… my head is on the chopping block if it goes wrong though! buuut…”
she falls backwards—
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