*Pop* The pink bubble went as it accumulated too much air inside and exploded lightly. Gripping the pink rubbery sugar with his teeth, Lucas drew the bum back into his mouth and chewed it silently in the side of his mouth. Utter disinterest plagued his face as all he did was chew gum and lean against a wall. At least that's what it looked like externally, for internally the Gypsy was taking everything into consideration. The material the ground was made from -stone-, the weather and lighting -damp, warm, beginning to darken-, and of course, his company for the job. Two oafs from the look of it, so Blanka would be sure to not be reliant on their help if anything happened. Not like he normally did anyhow, his feelings of permanent fright and distrust -paranoia- always riddled him unable to rely on others unless he knew them personally. Even then, it was rare for Blanka to entrust them with detrimental task or even trust them to defend themselves.
Putting that mentality aside, the Blondie patiently waited outside a roadside bar for his client and his patience was rewarded as he keyed onto the sound of approaching footsteps growing in decibels from inside the building, then soon enough that doorknob squeaked just as it did when she entered and another *Pop* was born.
"Ready? . . . Might rain soon, we should make haste."
Putting that mentality aside, the Blondie patiently waited outside a roadside bar for his client and his patience was rewarded as he keyed onto the sound of approaching footsteps growing in decibels from inside the building, then soon enough that doorknob squeaked just as it did when she entered and another *Pop* was born.
"Ready? . . . Might rain soon, we should make haste."
