Believe me, I learned long ago to hold out for no man.
[ a smirk tugs on one side of her mouth as she watches him consume his drink.
it intrigued her... his ability to maintain a conversation when he looked the way he did--battered, bruised, and full of cuts, scrapes, or scratches--but gave no indication that it even phased him. there was a slight look of pity on her face as she wondered how long this had been considered "normal" to Frank Castle. ]
You wanna talk about it? [ once she realizes her expression she quickly changes it back to her usual scowl, nodding her head in his direction. ] Your face, I mean.
no subject
[ a smirk tugs on one side of her mouth as she watches him consume his drink.
it intrigued her... his ability to maintain a conversation when he looked the way he did--battered, bruised, and full of cuts, scrapes, or scratches--but gave no indication that it even phased him. there was a slight look of pity on her face as she wondered how long this had been considered "normal" to Frank Castle. ]
You wanna talk about it? [ once she realizes her expression she quickly changes it back to her usual scowl, nodding her head in his direction. ] Your face, I mean.