You know... [ The voice that comes from behind him is warm, tinged with a soft and slightly drawling accent. There's a hint of something else beneath it, though, firm and unyielding. The stone beneath the velvet. As she leans against the wall, settling in his peripheral vision, her appearance mirrors the sound of her voice.
Bobbi's smirking, blonde hair framing her face as she cranes her neck. Her hands are in constant motion, spinning a pair of metal quarter-staffs round and round. She always twirls when she's thinking, and right now, she's trying to figure out the man she's looking at. ] Keeping a piece like that tucked into your pants is kinda asking someone to take it away.
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Bobbi's smirking, blonde hair framing her face as she cranes her neck. Her hands are in constant motion, spinning a pair of metal quarter-staffs round and round. She always twirls when she's thinking, and right now, she's trying to figure out the man she's looking at. ] Keeping a piece like that tucked into your pants is kinda asking someone to take it away.