Post by Tala Wilde on Nov 23, 2017 10:26:36 GMT -5
A long list of fetishes, huh? Tala filed that particular bit of information away for later. Seemed a little weird to start asking somebody about their fetishes when they were clearly in a lot of pain, unless you yourself had a fetish for making people hate you, which Tala didn't. She might not spend a lot of time trying to make people like her, but that didn't mean she was going to waste all that effort making enemies, either. She had her own shit to do, thank you very much.
"I will take a drink," she said, "and honestly, I love music, so once you're not dying or whatever, I'd love to hear your stuff." She leaned back against the headrest and turned her head to the side, inward towards Cal, giving the other girl a grin in response to the wink that had been sent in her direction.
When people met Tala, they tended to assume that she was one of those fuck the world sorts of people who ran around with both middle fingers up whenever she wasn't using her hands, one of those people who just tried to be as offensive as she possibly could, and hated things just for the sake of hating them. That wasn't really her, though; when she was into something, she was into it whole-heartedly, and she did care about a lot of other people's feelings, just not those of random strangers, usually. This, though, this felt like an adventure, something interesting, a spike of excitement in the mundane flatline that was most of her evenings. And she wasn't mad about it, about ending up in the back of this cab with this random cute girl, talking about music and the half-vampire organ black market.
"Can you still sing without a kidney?" she asked. "Just want to make sure I'm not sabotaging myself here."
"I will take a drink," she said, "and honestly, I love music, so once you're not dying or whatever, I'd love to hear your stuff." She leaned back against the headrest and turned her head to the side, inward towards Cal, giving the other girl a grin in response to the wink that had been sent in her direction.
When people met Tala, they tended to assume that she was one of those fuck the world sorts of people who ran around with both middle fingers up whenever she wasn't using her hands, one of those people who just tried to be as offensive as she possibly could, and hated things just for the sake of hating them. That wasn't really her, though; when she was into something, she was into it whole-heartedly, and she did care about a lot of other people's feelings, just not those of random strangers, usually. This, though, this felt like an adventure, something interesting, a spike of excitement in the mundane flatline that was most of her evenings. And she wasn't mad about it, about ending up in the back of this cab with this random cute girl, talking about music and the half-vampire organ black market.
"Can you still sing without a kidney?" she asked. "Just want to make sure I'm not sabotaging myself here."