Post by Krähe on Sept 26, 2019 18:07:13 GMT -5
The tantalizing aroma of churros assaulted Krahe’s nose with a sweet and savory symphony that went straight to the stomach. Honestly, sweets weren't really Krähe's thing, but he found himself pleasantly surprised by the venue, though he shouldn’t have been. After all, who doesn’t like churros?
He didn't have to scan the room long to spot who he was looking for.
Indi Ryder could stand out in a crowd of hundreds, and it wasn’t just her platinum blonde hair and the small galaxy of stars she wore. There was a quality about her that Krähe couldn’t quite put his finger on, and if he was honest with himself he didn’t really want to. Some mysteries were better off left at just that.
He didn’t hover in the doorway for long, but he did indulge himself a moment to observe his temporary tag partner on his way to the table. Her white platforms were firmly planted on the ground, but from the dreamy look in her eyes, her mind was miles away.
She didn’t notice him at all, until he had slipped into the adjacent chair. His amused smile at the ready when her eyes snapped up to meet his.
"Hello Star Shine, fancy meeting you here."
Indi stared back at her counterpart for a long second, her eyes moved all over him, but they never settled in one place. Instead she grinned back at him and dropped her head a little forward, shoulders pulled together.
“The universe decides my dude, we’re all just players on its chess board, you know?”
She lifted the tiny cup of hot chocolate to her lips and took a sip with a content sigh.
“You wanted to talk? Ollie said you would probably wanna talk strategy but that’s sooooo over done, don’t you think? Boa bla bla you trust me and I trust you and then you turn out to be a selfish smark who stabs me in the back but I triumph anyway because I’m the darling... wanna skip it and do something fresh instead?”
A glass jar was set firmly on the table with a click, that seemed to punctuate the young woman’s question, as much as it interrupted it. Krähe was noticeably nonplussed by the sudden appearance of the jar, not even bothering to look up. He seemed far more interested in watching Indi’s inquisitive gaze clash with Munin’s dark eyes.
"This is the swear jar, if he curses he has to put money in it. OK?"
This was said in a very serious, but gentle voice. "The first rule of fight club is you don’t talk about fight club” type of tone. You’d think Munin was asking her to guard the keys to the universe, rather than simply enforce a swear jar.
Krähe grunted, and tried not to appear overly amused by the interaction. It was best to maintain a careful balance when it came to feeding Munin’s antics, especially when she was about to be hyped up on sugar.
Indi reached a hand over and pressed it atop the swear jar, as she did, for just a fleeting second it almost looked as though the entire universe swirled within the jar, with stars that twinkle just beneath the curved surface. Just as quickly, her hand is pulled away and the image disappears, followed by a quick nod from Indi.
“No cussing for the big guy, got it.”
Pressing her hands behind her head in an exaggerated relaxed position, Indi pulled her gaze away from the woman and looked around the small cafe with a soft hmm sound, and slowly brought her eyes back to the pair. Her eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly.
“Is it just me or did everyone stop talking? Like, they’re listening to us right now... am I crazy? Is that crazy?”
She looked around the room once more, before she shook her head.
Instead of brushing the question off, Munin gave it some true consideration. Her finely arched brows furrowing lightly in a cute look of concentration, never bothering to look around, before she reached her decision.
"You aren’t crazy, but they aren't really part of our story. They're just background noise, so it doesn't matter if they are."
With that mystery tackled, the petite woman actually rolled up her sleeves, as though preparing for battle.
"Now, if you'll excuse me I have an appointment with a churro cone...filled with ice cream."
Krähe only shake his head at her back, as she marched away.
"I've listened to her talk about that damn churro for the last hour."
He pulled a quarter from his pocket, and dropped it in the jar without missing a beat.
"Now back to our scheduled program.”
He looked away from watching Munin haggle over her food...At least he assumed she was haggling since she was speaking in rapid french. He mentally refocused himself and his eyes onto the woman in front of him.
“As far as this match is concerned, I’ve absolutely zero reason to betray you. In fact I've little interest or motivation to do anything to or for you outside of the ring, so you can trust me not to fuck you over in this match at least.”
He dropped another quarter in the jar automatically. Apparently he’d kept a few quarters in one hand for the occasion.
“However, trust can be a pretty strong word...I'd advise you not put your cart in front of the horse because of trust alone. Especially, when that trust involves me. In fact, if I were you I'd definitely not trust me outside of this match."
This was not the Zachariah Krähe that the world was used to seeing. All his smoothness was blunt, hammered away to something raw and honest. His words were delivered in a patient non-condescending manner, but they were not the carefree words used to draw someone closer either.
Indi grinned in the face of his seriousness, and ran her fingers along the edge of the table, as though she was playing a piano.
“If you were me then there wouldn’t be a You for the me that is you to not be trustworthy of, so that advice is about as much use a chocolate teapot. But here’s the secret...”
She leaned in close and pressed her palms to Krähe’s cheeks, her eyes danced with childlike excitement and promise, as she squished his face just a little.
“I trust everyone.”
She finally let his face go and bopped the end of his nose.
“It’s all in the universe bud, it provides, it gives and it takes away... you can fight it, you can even think you’re winning BUT, we’re all just a part of something bigger. And whether you help me, or step on me, that won’t change what life has in store for me in the really REALLY grand scheme of things.”
Krähe unconsciously retreated further back in his seat once she released his face, and regarded her with a look of wary appreciation. Typically, others invading his space didn’t faze him in the least, but the woman had bopped his nose. You had to be careful with a person that just randomly bopped someone’s nose, it put them in a category of random shit separate from others.
Another quarter entered the jar, and Krähe was just deep enough in his thoughts to not realize he hadn’t cursed out loud.
Indi dropped back and eyed the jar for a moment with a small quirk of her lips.
“You just cursed in your head, didn't you? Does she do that because she cares if you cuss, or because she likes to maintain a steady hand of control? I wonder.”
The question was exactly what Krähe needed to snap him back into focus. He relaxed into his chair with a chuckle, and allowed a lazy grin to slide across his face like a mask.
"No, Munin doesn't care if I curse, but it’s also not about control...At least not in the way you likely think."
He cut himself off as the woman in question reached their table to, and dropped off churros, coffee, and two quarters into the curse jar.
The quarters earned her an asking glance from Krähe.
"What, I got excited. I'm going to sit over there."
Having delivered her goods, Munin sashayed her way to the table by the window. Soon she was settled in like she owned it, and watching all that passed by like it was her favorite T.V show.
Krähe picked up his coffee, and turned back to Indi.
"So, no interest in talking strategy?"
Her eyes stayed on Munin even after he started talking, she watched the woman with a curiosity that took over her whole body, leaning ever so slightly in her direction before coming back to Krähe with a grin. She picked up right where they left off.
“I don’t think it’s any way, I just figured it wasn’t the cussing since you’ve done plenty on camera...”
Reaching for the jar again, she pressed her ear to it for a second as though it could share its secrets with her, and then pushed it back to him with a look of disappointment pulling her brows together once more.
“Ollie said that you’d be concerned I don’t wanna talk strategy, he’s a pretty smart cat, you know? Anyway he said you’re the kinda dude who has a method to his madness, unlike us, we’re kinda... fly by the seat of your pants kinda people.”
He raised a brow at yet another reference to the mysterious feline Ollie, but didn't think much of. Between wrestling and his side jobs he'd learned to roll with pretty much anything.
"Yeah, smart cat. Can we at least settle on a name? I personally don't want to walk out as Asshole Princess. I'm fairly certain it's the name of a po-. You know what, never mind. Let's just say it wouldn't match our image."
Krähe shook his head when he caught her glance at the jar after his A-bomb.
“It was a quote, so it doesn’t count.”
That said he took a drink of his coffee with barely audible hum of approval. It could use a little whiskey, but it was the best coffee he'd had in awhile.
Indi leaned in close to him again and flashed another grin, her eyes finally meeting his properly for the first time and the endless ocean of blue in hers poured into his for a long, silent moment.
“Names aren’t chosen. They’re given.”
For the second time in less than an hour Indi was invading his space, however this time Krähe didn’t even twitch at the close proximity. Instead he took the opportunity to study her for a moment, and one corner of his mouth curled into a smile.
"Sometimes the names we give ourselves are just as important as the one's given to us. I suppose it depends on which one gives you more power, or is it the one you give power to?"
He relaxed even further into his seat with accustomed lazy ease. One scarred hand snagged two of the cinnamon and sugar churros. He transferred one to his other hand in a silent offering to Indi.
With a polite shake of her head, she declined his offer and slid back into her seat with a smile all her own. Her mind circling back to the first part of what he said.
“Ollie has seen the birth of humanity and the great beyond, I’d like to think he learned a thing or two in that time... he’s not JUST a cat you know, he’s like, THE all being. He’s beyond any understanding we have on this planet... he just chooses to appear as a cat.”
She sounded absolutely affirmed in her words, dipping the tip of her finger in the loose sugar and then sucking it off she smiled again, back to an almost childlike amazed glare.
“I haven’t ever been very good at naming things, the last thing I named was Hell Hound And Uh, that’s pretty on the nose, you know? All I am was gifted to me, even my names and nicknames, by people, or adventures, or friends... so if you think a name is so important, you pick one. And I’ll make sure my legions of fans chant it.”
She claps her hands together and grins.
“You get to be on the good guy side for once, try not to fuck it up okay?”
She immediately fishes a quarter out of her pocket and drops it into the jar.
Krähe's grey eyes hardened at her flippant comment, but as with most of his tells it was almost gone before it appeared. Still, he watched silently as the blonde dropped the quarter into the jar, before refocusing on her face with more intensity than before.
“Only fair.”
One brow raised at her words in bemusement, and was coupled with a deceptively easy going smile.
"Life is largely in perspective..."
He trailed off with a shrug, as if he had decided against finishing the sentence. Instead, he took a bite of the churro he had previously offered Indi.
He occasionally glanced over at Munin while eating, until he reached his own inner conclusion.
"Forget the name. It's just a throw together match anyways, so we'll let it roll. It seems like that'll be our general strategy for this match anyways, which is fine. However, not putting any gym time in together could be a liability that we could easily do without. Sure you want to forgo it?"
He let the question hang, while he took another bite of cinnamon surgery goodness, and watched the young woman across from him dig into her back pocket.
Her small body wiggled around in the seat, as she attempted to wrangle something from her pocket. Krähe found himself unwilling amused by the show, before she was finally successful.
A small worn business card for 36TH Street was slammed down on the table.
“I go here, Brytain is pretty cool and she’s given me a chance when other people weren’t about it. You want gym time? We go there.”
She slid the card to him, and then looked him over with another smile. His eyes danced briefly between her smile and the card, as though if he looked hard enough he might be able to figure out a deeper connection between the two.
"Fair enough, it makes no difference to me."
He reached out for the card, only to have Indi tug it back and inch towards her. This caused Krähe gaze to immediately clash with her large guileless gaze.
“Perspective relies on tangible existence... you ever think about what lives just outside of it?”
He held her gaze, leaning forward in his chair, until his arms rested on the table. Once again they were nearly nose to nose, close enough that she could smell the faint hit of tobacco, cinnamon sugar, and coffee.
"With that argument anything tangible is subject to perspective. You and I are both currently tangible by definition."
He pulled back after a moment, and brushed the residual sugar crumbs from his hands.”
"However it’s a null point because perspective is not limited or reliant on the tangible, as much as it is the accumulation of one's personal experience or the intimate knowledge gained by sharing experiences. The terrifying miracle of humanity is that it’s as limitless as it limited."
He finished his coffee with a final gulp, and snagged both the card and jar off the table.
"We'll catch some time at your gym, at least enough time give us some in ring awareness of each other. Sound good?"
She watched him with a near silence, her expression seemingly blank for the longest time until she finally nodded and swiped her little cup up, finishing what was inside of it.
“Whatever floats your boat, bud.”
Regret clouded his eyes for a moment, before it was replaced by his trademark devil may care smile.
“See you around kid.”
He gave her a mock salute with the curse jar, and turned toward the door, unsurprised to see Munin waiting with to-go bag in hand. She smiled at Indi and gave her a conspiratorial wink from the doorway, content to wait for Krähe to saunter over.
The bell on the door tinkled when he opened it for Munin, which was obviously part of their routine. Krähe, followed her out the door with a small genuine smile, and a final glance at his temporary tag partner.
Once outside Munin looked up at Krähe from the corner of her eye.
"You know, you catch more bees with honey than water."
He snorted a laugh at her use of the mangled saying, not bothering to look over.
"It's you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, but I'm not trying to catch either."
"No, you're trying to push away galactic butterflies, before they even get near. I, on the other hand am always catching...well anything really."
Krähe finally met her mischievous eyes with a stern look.
"Leave her alone Nin. We're heading into a storm, and she doesn't need to be caught in the downpour."
Munin puffed out her cheeks with a disappointed huff, but he was right and she knew it.
"Fine, you're right...at least for now."
He didn't have to scan the room long to spot who he was looking for.
Indi Ryder could stand out in a crowd of hundreds, and it wasn’t just her platinum blonde hair and the small galaxy of stars she wore. There was a quality about her that Krähe couldn’t quite put his finger on, and if he was honest with himself he didn’t really want to. Some mysteries were better off left at just that.
He didn’t hover in the doorway for long, but he did indulge himself a moment to observe his temporary tag partner on his way to the table. Her white platforms were firmly planted on the ground, but from the dreamy look in her eyes, her mind was miles away.
She didn’t notice him at all, until he had slipped into the adjacent chair. His amused smile at the ready when her eyes snapped up to meet his.
"Hello Star Shine, fancy meeting you here."
Indi stared back at her counterpart for a long second, her eyes moved all over him, but they never settled in one place. Instead she grinned back at him and dropped her head a little forward, shoulders pulled together.
“The universe decides my dude, we’re all just players on its chess board, you know?”
She lifted the tiny cup of hot chocolate to her lips and took a sip with a content sigh.
“You wanted to talk? Ollie said you would probably wanna talk strategy but that’s sooooo over done, don’t you think? Boa bla bla you trust me and I trust you and then you turn out to be a selfish smark who stabs me in the back but I triumph anyway because I’m the darling... wanna skip it and do something fresh instead?”
A glass jar was set firmly on the table with a click, that seemed to punctuate the young woman’s question, as much as it interrupted it. Krähe was noticeably nonplussed by the sudden appearance of the jar, not even bothering to look up. He seemed far more interested in watching Indi’s inquisitive gaze clash with Munin’s dark eyes.
"This is the swear jar, if he curses he has to put money in it. OK?"
This was said in a very serious, but gentle voice. "The first rule of fight club is you don’t talk about fight club” type of tone. You’d think Munin was asking her to guard the keys to the universe, rather than simply enforce a swear jar.
Krähe grunted, and tried not to appear overly amused by the interaction. It was best to maintain a careful balance when it came to feeding Munin’s antics, especially when she was about to be hyped up on sugar.
Indi reached a hand over and pressed it atop the swear jar, as she did, for just a fleeting second it almost looked as though the entire universe swirled within the jar, with stars that twinkle just beneath the curved surface. Just as quickly, her hand is pulled away and the image disappears, followed by a quick nod from Indi.
“No cussing for the big guy, got it.”
Pressing her hands behind her head in an exaggerated relaxed position, Indi pulled her gaze away from the woman and looked around the small cafe with a soft hmm sound, and slowly brought her eyes back to the pair. Her eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly.
“Is it just me or did everyone stop talking? Like, they’re listening to us right now... am I crazy? Is that crazy?”
She looked around the room once more, before she shook her head.
Instead of brushing the question off, Munin gave it some true consideration. Her finely arched brows furrowing lightly in a cute look of concentration, never bothering to look around, before she reached her decision.
"You aren’t crazy, but they aren't really part of our story. They're just background noise, so it doesn't matter if they are."
With that mystery tackled, the petite woman actually rolled up her sleeves, as though preparing for battle.
"Now, if you'll excuse me I have an appointment with a churro cone...filled with ice cream."
Krähe only shake his head at her back, as she marched away.
"I've listened to her talk about that damn churro for the last hour."
He pulled a quarter from his pocket, and dropped it in the jar without missing a beat.
"Now back to our scheduled program.”
He looked away from watching Munin haggle over her food...At least he assumed she was haggling since she was speaking in rapid french. He mentally refocused himself and his eyes onto the woman in front of him.
“As far as this match is concerned, I’ve absolutely zero reason to betray you. In fact I've little interest or motivation to do anything to or for you outside of the ring, so you can trust me not to fuck you over in this match at least.”
He dropped another quarter in the jar automatically. Apparently he’d kept a few quarters in one hand for the occasion.
“However, trust can be a pretty strong word...I'd advise you not put your cart in front of the horse because of trust alone. Especially, when that trust involves me. In fact, if I were you I'd definitely not trust me outside of this match."
This was not the Zachariah Krähe that the world was used to seeing. All his smoothness was blunt, hammered away to something raw and honest. His words were delivered in a patient non-condescending manner, but they were not the carefree words used to draw someone closer either.
Indi grinned in the face of his seriousness, and ran her fingers along the edge of the table, as though she was playing a piano.
“If you were me then there wouldn’t be a You for the me that is you to not be trustworthy of, so that advice is about as much use a chocolate teapot. But here’s the secret...”
She leaned in close and pressed her palms to Krähe’s cheeks, her eyes danced with childlike excitement and promise, as she squished his face just a little.
“I trust everyone.”
She finally let his face go and bopped the end of his nose.
“It’s all in the universe bud, it provides, it gives and it takes away... you can fight it, you can even think you’re winning BUT, we’re all just a part of something bigger. And whether you help me, or step on me, that won’t change what life has in store for me in the really REALLY grand scheme of things.”
Krähe unconsciously retreated further back in his seat once she released his face, and regarded her with a look of wary appreciation. Typically, others invading his space didn’t faze him in the least, but the woman had bopped his nose. You had to be careful with a person that just randomly bopped someone’s nose, it put them in a category of random shit separate from others.
Another quarter entered the jar, and Krähe was just deep enough in his thoughts to not realize he hadn’t cursed out loud.
Indi dropped back and eyed the jar for a moment with a small quirk of her lips.
“You just cursed in your head, didn't you? Does she do that because she cares if you cuss, or because she likes to maintain a steady hand of control? I wonder.”
The question was exactly what Krähe needed to snap him back into focus. He relaxed into his chair with a chuckle, and allowed a lazy grin to slide across his face like a mask.
"No, Munin doesn't care if I curse, but it’s also not about control...At least not in the way you likely think."
He cut himself off as the woman in question reached their table to, and dropped off churros, coffee, and two quarters into the curse jar.
The quarters earned her an asking glance from Krähe.
"What, I got excited. I'm going to sit over there."
Having delivered her goods, Munin sashayed her way to the table by the window. Soon she was settled in like she owned it, and watching all that passed by like it was her favorite T.V show.
Krähe picked up his coffee, and turned back to Indi.
"So, no interest in talking strategy?"
Her eyes stayed on Munin even after he started talking, she watched the woman with a curiosity that took over her whole body, leaning ever so slightly in her direction before coming back to Krähe with a grin. She picked up right where they left off.
“I don’t think it’s any way, I just figured it wasn’t the cussing since you’ve done plenty on camera...”
Reaching for the jar again, she pressed her ear to it for a second as though it could share its secrets with her, and then pushed it back to him with a look of disappointment pulling her brows together once more.
“Ollie said that you’d be concerned I don’t wanna talk strategy, he’s a pretty smart cat, you know? Anyway he said you’re the kinda dude who has a method to his madness, unlike us, we’re kinda... fly by the seat of your pants kinda people.”
He raised a brow at yet another reference to the mysterious feline Ollie, but didn't think much of. Between wrestling and his side jobs he'd learned to roll with pretty much anything.
"Yeah, smart cat. Can we at least settle on a name? I personally don't want to walk out as Asshole Princess. I'm fairly certain it's the name of a po-. You know what, never mind. Let's just say it wouldn't match our image."
Krähe shook his head when he caught her glance at the jar after his A-bomb.
“It was a quote, so it doesn’t count.”
That said he took a drink of his coffee with barely audible hum of approval. It could use a little whiskey, but it was the best coffee he'd had in awhile.
Indi leaned in close to him again and flashed another grin, her eyes finally meeting his properly for the first time and the endless ocean of blue in hers poured into his for a long, silent moment.
“Names aren’t chosen. They’re given.”
For the second time in less than an hour Indi was invading his space, however this time Krähe didn’t even twitch at the close proximity. Instead he took the opportunity to study her for a moment, and one corner of his mouth curled into a smile.
"Sometimes the names we give ourselves are just as important as the one's given to us. I suppose it depends on which one gives you more power, or is it the one you give power to?"
He relaxed even further into his seat with accustomed lazy ease. One scarred hand snagged two of the cinnamon and sugar churros. He transferred one to his other hand in a silent offering to Indi.
With a polite shake of her head, she declined his offer and slid back into her seat with a smile all her own. Her mind circling back to the first part of what he said.
“Ollie has seen the birth of humanity and the great beyond, I’d like to think he learned a thing or two in that time... he’s not JUST a cat you know, he’s like, THE all being. He’s beyond any understanding we have on this planet... he just chooses to appear as a cat.”
She sounded absolutely affirmed in her words, dipping the tip of her finger in the loose sugar and then sucking it off she smiled again, back to an almost childlike amazed glare.
“I haven’t ever been very good at naming things, the last thing I named was Hell Hound And Uh, that’s pretty on the nose, you know? All I am was gifted to me, even my names and nicknames, by people, or adventures, or friends... so if you think a name is so important, you pick one. And I’ll make sure my legions of fans chant it.”
She claps her hands together and grins.
“You get to be on the good guy side for once, try not to fuck it up okay?”
She immediately fishes a quarter out of her pocket and drops it into the jar.
Krähe's grey eyes hardened at her flippant comment, but as with most of his tells it was almost gone before it appeared. Still, he watched silently as the blonde dropped the quarter into the jar, before refocusing on her face with more intensity than before.
“Only fair.”
One brow raised at her words in bemusement, and was coupled with a deceptively easy going smile.
"Life is largely in perspective..."
He trailed off with a shrug, as if he had decided against finishing the sentence. Instead, he took a bite of the churro he had previously offered Indi.
He occasionally glanced over at Munin while eating, until he reached his own inner conclusion.
"Forget the name. It's just a throw together match anyways, so we'll let it roll. It seems like that'll be our general strategy for this match anyways, which is fine. However, not putting any gym time in together could be a liability that we could easily do without. Sure you want to forgo it?"
He let the question hang, while he took another bite of cinnamon surgery goodness, and watched the young woman across from him dig into her back pocket.
Her small body wiggled around in the seat, as she attempted to wrangle something from her pocket. Krähe found himself unwilling amused by the show, before she was finally successful.
A small worn business card for 36TH Street was slammed down on the table.
“I go here, Brytain is pretty cool and she’s given me a chance when other people weren’t about it. You want gym time? We go there.”
She slid the card to him, and then looked him over with another smile. His eyes danced briefly between her smile and the card, as though if he looked hard enough he might be able to figure out a deeper connection between the two.
"Fair enough, it makes no difference to me."
He reached out for the card, only to have Indi tug it back and inch towards her. This caused Krähe gaze to immediately clash with her large guileless gaze.
“Perspective relies on tangible existence... you ever think about what lives just outside of it?”
He held her gaze, leaning forward in his chair, until his arms rested on the table. Once again they were nearly nose to nose, close enough that she could smell the faint hit of tobacco, cinnamon sugar, and coffee.
"With that argument anything tangible is subject to perspective. You and I are both currently tangible by definition."
He pulled back after a moment, and brushed the residual sugar crumbs from his hands.”
"However it’s a null point because perspective is not limited or reliant on the tangible, as much as it is the accumulation of one's personal experience or the intimate knowledge gained by sharing experiences. The terrifying miracle of humanity is that it’s as limitless as it limited."
He finished his coffee with a final gulp, and snagged both the card and jar off the table.
"We'll catch some time at your gym, at least enough time give us some in ring awareness of each other. Sound good?"
She watched him with a near silence, her expression seemingly blank for the longest time until she finally nodded and swiped her little cup up, finishing what was inside of it.
“Whatever floats your boat, bud.”
Regret clouded his eyes for a moment, before it was replaced by his trademark devil may care smile.
“See you around kid.”
He gave her a mock salute with the curse jar, and turned toward the door, unsurprised to see Munin waiting with to-go bag in hand. She smiled at Indi and gave her a conspiratorial wink from the doorway, content to wait for Krähe to saunter over.
The bell on the door tinkled when he opened it for Munin, which was obviously part of their routine. Krähe, followed her out the door with a small genuine smile, and a final glance at his temporary tag partner.
Once outside Munin looked up at Krähe from the corner of her eye.
"You know, you catch more bees with honey than water."
He snorted a laugh at her use of the mangled saying, not bothering to look over.
"It's you catch more flies with honey than vinegar, but I'm not trying to catch either."
"No, you're trying to push away galactic butterflies, before they even get near. I, on the other hand am always catching...well anything really."
Krähe finally met her mischievous eyes with a stern look.
"Leave her alone Nin. We're heading into a storm, and she doesn't need to be caught in the downpour."
Munin puffed out her cheeks with a disappointed huff, but he was right and she knew it.
"Fine, you're right...at least for now."