Hate him though she did, Sunny was not too proud to speak to Willy at all, and this was one of the times where it seemed she really rather should. When swords were being drawn in public, nothing good was happening.
She slipped away her book and traded it for her knife, the blade green even in the failing light. Her step was brisk and business like as she made her way over to Willy. "What is it?"
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Date: 2017-04-06 12:51 am (UTC)She slipped away her book and traded it for her knife, the blade green even in the failing light. Her step was brisk and business like as she made her way over to Willy. "What is it?"