Ah, yes. Vulgar and unfiltered to a fault. [break][break]

She has to wonder why she’s associated with this person. She’s crude in her speech and carefree to a fault, and puts herself out there a little bit too much. She looks so self assured, and so confident, and she has to wonder where all this energy comes from when not caused by her surroundings. Maybe Marisol will never know, but that doesn’t stop her from responding and still, very rarely, calling her out when she’s in need of help for a job. [break][break]

… Lately, she’s been wondering if she hated having small talk and casual conversation. [break]
Though if you asked her now, she wouldn’t have an answer. [break][break]

Marisol sighs in response to a woman’s grin, though gives a slight smile in response. “I guess.” she’ll brush it off with vague agreement. “To each their own.” she sits back in her seat to watch, although seeing her enjoy herself, she narrows her eyes back towards the large plane of mirror. [break][break]

“... When it’s not during a job,” she starts, leaning her arm against the surface of the table next to her, and leaning her cheek against that hand “and if you’re free, teach me how to dance, sometime.” because she has a point and, as embarrassing as it will be for her, there are things she’d like to try– preferably behind closed doors.

Astra Faustino[break]
we can end on your next post

☉