”All skills and gear being equal, it generally does.” He countered, then shrugged at her question about if he found something funny. ”That comment: ‘play stupid games, win stupid prizes.’ I was told that back when I was fresh out of boot camp too…it’s funny, sometimes, seeing what’s been passed on.”
His eyes saw the tension in her bleed away slightly as he released her wrists. Malachi let the tension ease out of himself as well, despite how she narrowed her eyes at him. Her judgment he could handle.
Her bullets were another matter, but it seemed like that possibility was getting less and less likely, even as she prodded him once more with the gun barrel. Malachi didn’t move an inch at the push of that barrel, giving as little as the steel she was poking him with before she stepped back suddenly.
Licking his lips, he stepped back and sat on the edge of the desk she had been hiding behind once it was clear that she had no intention of shaking his hand. His arms crossed over himself as he looked at her, making it clear that there was no threat there. Once she told him she wanted him to stay away from her, he lifted his right hand, extending out his forefinger and middle finger to give her a jaunty little salute to her.
”If that’s what you want, no skin off my back, Scout.”
Posted 12-31-2022, 02:05 PM
No Rest for the Wicked
