🕸 Barnes. 🕸 « caught up in worse, and something told her that he had been caught in worse, too.

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Don’t mind her. She’s just laying on the roof of her apartment building, staring at the stars with her hands behind her head in her leather jacket and black jeans. She figures it’s safe up there.

Sitting up quickly, she snaps her eyes towards the sound of his voice. She doesn’t stand, though, just looking at him for a moment before raising an eyebrow. She hadn’t seen him when she went up there, but she wasn’t really paying attention then, so she easily could have missed + x.com/deceptivediety…

+ him. Now that he’s talking to her, though... “I can show you what ‘dressed in so little’ looks like. I’m fine.” x.com/deceptivediety…

Really, she was slightly cold, but she’d suffered worse. It wasn’t all /that/ cold to her, anyways, but the cold wasn’t what had her attention. It was what he had said /before/ he admitted she could have been wrong, and narrowing her eyes some, she tucked a leg under her, + x.com/deceptivediety…

+ bending her other to drape her arm across it. She’s had far too many enemies in her life to /not/ read into his words. “...’my kind’? What the fuck is that mean?” x.com/deceptivediety…

This doesn’t sound good. She’s not moving from her spot until she knows what’s going on. Kayla’s far from stupid, but if she’s somehow gotten herself involved with a powered person without even /doing/ anything... “...Depends on who’s talking; and what you mean by + x.com/deceptivediety…

+ enhanced. If you mean powered? Unfortunately, no. But if you mean experienced enough to know when to entertain and when to tell them to fuck off, then yeah, I’m enhanced.” x.com/deceptivediety…

Watching him circle has her tense up some, her shoulders setting back. He’s using the shadows, /her/ shadows, and she’s not about to let him use her own methods from years ago against her, especially in such a threatening manner. “And this is one of those times when I + x.com/deceptivediety…

+ know to tell you to fuck off. I’m not exactly the ‘mortal’ you wanna mess with, Goth Fabio.” x.com/deceptivediety…

He’s clearly playing a game, and normally, Kayla would be all for that. Tonight, though, she’s in a bad mood, and as she pushes herself to her feet, she crosses her arms and leans into one hip, eyes locked on him. It’s her defensive stance, protecting her ‘turf’. “Well, + x.com/deceptivediety…

+ let’s just say it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve pushed someone to the street from a high spot.” Even with her words, though, there’s a light lacing of lightness, if only to keep her threat that much more threatening...or at least, to try to. x.com/deceptivediety…