Dogs + white carpets (Mat) - The White Tower

She had a track record that claimed differently, a reputation that supported her claim. If he was supposedly right, then what had she actually been doing for the last century? She didn't get him. Not one bit.

"What is it you want from me then? You keep telling me everything I am is a lie which makes no sense. Did I stumble into the Matrix? I don't get you..."

Their worlds weren't even remotely similar.

He stopped, pondering what to say. He turned back, so one eye could focus on her. "Dat's de question, now ain't it? What ahm ah." a mere neonate who could wipe the floor with her. A childling, barely out of accounting. No status to speak of. No history.

"Ahnd if ya say 'fuck you' once more, ah will, ahn it'll 'urt worse den dis. Stop throwin'away words."

She wasn't ever going to get him was she? Even if given another life time to try and figure him out.

The youth let out a low sigh but didn't say anything else, her body language suggested a silent yes to his words and left it at that. It was... safer.

He nodded curtly. "Rest den. Ah'll see ya around." and he would collect the pups and head out, before he wrecked even more of her home. She was most certainly a 'her' now - proof was in the... well. Nevermind. Though the whole comment about her being his type.. .or not being. Was she hitting on him? Women. He'd never understand them.

Funny thing was, except for the part of him that seemed very much inclined to harm her, he was more her type than most who'd shown interest in her so far. The youth did have a small ounce of self preservation instinct though, and she despised being cut. So no, she wasn't going to give him another reason to gut her.

Charlize watched him leave before taking a couple of staggering steps and moving a bloody hand to the wall for support. Her skin felt like it was on fire...

Talk about one shit evening...