"Living and dying isn't the real issue. If you cling to being alive, you become frightened and your eyes get clouded. If you don't have that desire to begin with, you can fight on, right to the end of the world."
táifēng --> typhoon
!! Retrieving her pistol, the sleuth grasped firmly to the firearm. Such a presence was capable of alarming the detective of their entrance. Who it may be remains to be unknown … for now. “Who goes there? Reveal yourself this instant.”
|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;;“Easy there, Tex, keep your damn pants on.”
The remark was phrased more akin to a demand, smoke-addled lungs aiding her voice in its forceful, gruff attempt. A crudely-wrapped cigarette was tossed to the side, briefly illuminating the gun-for-hire’s slender frame with the scattering of its embers; like most “rays of sunshine” in her brief life, they were quickly crushed out beneath a well-worn boot.
Tex; would that reference even be understood in this goddamn country?
Unlikely.
The petite figure was appraised with an unreadable countenance as Revy stepped further away from the shadows, arms upraised in mock surrender – bringing her weaponry to easier inspection as they swayed briefly against her sides.
