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[majorinyri]

Inyri's outside, wearing a sweater, seemingly oblivious to how cold it is out there.

There'd be a reason for the fact she can't feel it, and for the fact her hands won't stop shaking slightly

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[patches_x_x]

Mistake, mistake, mistake. Big one, at that.

Because there's someone who has seen her on spice. Someone who got her on it in the first place. Someone who knows what the shaking means, knows the semi-vacancy that seems to hang about her.

Someone who's another one of Inyri's mistakes.

And he's just spotted her.

[majorinyri]

A cigarette burns from between her fingers, weaving smoke high into the air around her.

She doesn't notice him. Not yet.

[patches_x_x]

He walks quietly. The boots he wears barely make a sound as he sweeps toward her.

An arm slips around her waist.

[majorinyri]

A blaster makes a great clicking noise as it slides out of the holster and against his throat, even if the arm around her waist keeps her from falling as her heart drops into her stomach.

A moment passes and then she turns around in his grasp, blaster still against his throat. "Hey, babe."

Semi-vacant.