[One of her hands has hold of a tortilla that's drenched in beans and sauce, but she's able to use the other to press against his hand.]
If anyone tries, we'll make them sorry.
[There's a grandmotherly clearing of the throat from the kitchen, which Chrissy clearly reads as code for "you better not have out that gun again in my space". That makes her laugh a little, even if it's not exactly genuine. It's definitely nervous laughter, and she's glad to cover it up by stuffing her face full of avocado and rice and the most delicious meal she's had in a long, long time.
She's enjoying the meal enough that she marginally relaxes, and waits until she's eaten some more before leaning over to kiss him. Her head rests against his shoulder while he continues to eat, and she decides to rest her stomach before devouring more. It's while her hand is idly rubbing at his leg that she hears something that makes her blood run cold.]
Chrissy...
[A growling, raspy voice chimes out over the wind. She freezes and goes rigidly still, before slowly turning to look out the closest window. Nothing's there, but she still moves to crouch in the bench and turn so she's facing the window.]
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If anyone tries, we'll make them sorry.
[There's a grandmotherly clearing of the throat from the kitchen, which Chrissy clearly reads as code for "you better not have out that gun again in my space". That makes her laugh a little, even if it's not exactly genuine. It's definitely nervous laughter, and she's glad to cover it up by stuffing her face full of avocado and rice and the most delicious meal she's had in a long, long time.
She's enjoying the meal enough that she marginally relaxes, and waits until she's eaten some more before leaning over to kiss him. Her head rests against his shoulder while he continues to eat, and she decides to rest her stomach before devouring more. It's while her hand is idly rubbing at his leg that she hears something that makes her blood run cold.]
Chrissy...
[A growling, raspy voice chimes out over the wind. She freezes and goes rigidly still, before slowly turning to look out the closest window. Nothing's there, but she still moves to crouch in the bench and turn so she's facing the window.]
Did you hear that? Something said my name.