тєℓℓ мє, ∂σ ι ƒяιgнтєη уσυ? || Heart

[mationix]

He ground his teeth together. Seriously, what was it with his "luck" at finding difficult women? "It was a rhetorical question," he muttered, "I didn't need an actual answer."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"You got one anyways," The woman snapped, glaring at him as she collected more essentials.

[mationix]

He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his noise. Silently counting back from ten, he levelly said, "Arguing with one another will not help the other, especially in my case. Let's just call it even and we can both go back to stealing, alright?"

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She chuckled and nodded, losing the bite in her voice, "Yeah, alright. That's fair enough."

[mationix]

He made a curt bow of his head, almost mockingly,as he turned back to the chest. He was quiet, if not for the clinking sound of his dagger slamming against the lock.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

She was rather good at packing things in a way that made her able to fit more in one bag than you'd think possible. She wasn't going to spare much- supplies were always in short and the more she had, the better chance she'd live. The woman glanced at him, quiet for a second, before she spoke, "What are you here for, anyways?"

[mationix]

He let out a rushed breath, looking exasperated. "Does it really matter? We're both here to steal from these idiots, I think that's enough information," he muttered, glaring at the chest. Despite his efforts, he was still unable to get it open. He hated to wait for ever, though it seemed like whoever built this thing had one goal in mind; to keep everyone away from it who didn't have a key.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"No," She mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she hoisted the bag onto her back with ease, "I suppose it doesn't. But it doesn't look like you're having any luck getting it."

[mationix]

He glared at her, turning his head to look at her over his shoulder. "Gee, thanks for the comment," he dryly said, "that'll help me."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I never claimed it would," She smiled, looking amused, "You could always ask for help."

[mationix]

(Just saw this now. Sorry, my list for some reason deleted it from the quick access. No idea why. :/)

The assassin rolled his eyes, like that was the most ridiculous thing he had heard all day. "Good idea, we could also go shopping for cloths once we get out of here," he replied, sarcasm dripping in his voice.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexianna shrugged, "If you're into that kind of thing."

[mationix]

"I was being sarcastic, no need to take it seriously," he muttered under his breath.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

Alexianna sashayed over to him and chuckled, "I know, I know."

[mationix]

He eyed her, warily. "Well, why are you standing there? I thought you packed up everything," he muttered, turning back to the chest.

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I wanted to see what you were here for," She smiled, shrugging one shoulder.

[mationix]

He raised an eyebrow, looking at her over his shoulders. Though he faltered and glanced back at the chest, grimacing. "You and me both," he muttered, "I was told something was in here that was quite valuable though I haven't a clue what it is."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"So..you're trying to steal an item that you have no idea what it is?" Alexianna sounded skeptical, "Sounds stupid."

[mationix]

He shrugged. "Hey, whatever gives me money, gives me money. There's not much you can choose to make it in this world, sweetheart."

[нαℓƒ~мσση]

"I know that. I steal to live too, remember?" She scoffed and examined the chest, "What could be in there besides gold?"