[Crane shifts on his stool, peeling his gaze away from Rachel to take in the nervous patrons surrounding her at the bar, the anxious customers at their tables, the clientele hiding in the corners hoping he doesn't notice. That Scarecrow doesn't notice.
He redirects back once he's done a full circle. The nonchalant way he rolls his gaze and the casual shrug of his shoulders reveals something about himself; he's a little more unravelled than what she's used to.]
I plead the fifth.
[He can spill his secret. Right now? He's a dragon squatting on his treasure.]
no subject
He redirects back once he's done a full circle. The nonchalant way he rolls his gaze and the casual shrug of his shoulders reveals something about himself; he's a little more unravelled than what she's used to.]
I plead the fifth.
[He can spill his secret. Right now? He's a dragon squatting on his treasure.]