[Gideon watches beside Harrow with baited breath, sculpture-still in the alley below as they await to claim their inevitable prize. They're so close now, she can almost feel the weight of the coin they'll no doubt receive, hot and bright in her hand. She bites her lip as the bird hops closer - it's such a small, shitty thing, how it can be worth all this fuss she has no idea - and they're almost almost there when--
--that fucking noise from down the street makes her straight up flinch, she'd been so focused and silent and certain of their success. The stupid bird flies off, and they're left standing and crouching about like morons as balcony dickhead starts whistling a merry little tune. Ah fuck, indeed.
Gideon lets the air out of her lungs with a rude, deflating sound. Sets her hands against her hips, and casts her eyes from Ciri to Harrow, then back again.]
Welp! That's that, then. I guess it's gone forever now.
[Because fuck trying to find out where the little shit flew off to, right?]
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--that fucking noise from down the street makes her straight up flinch, she'd been so focused and silent and certain of their success. The stupid bird flies off, and they're left standing and crouching about like morons as balcony dickhead starts whistling a merry little tune. Ah fuck, indeed.
Gideon lets the air out of her lungs with a rude, deflating sound. Sets her hands against her hips, and casts her eyes from Ciri to Harrow, then back again.]
Welp! That's that, then. I guess it's gone forever now.
[Because fuck trying to find out where the little shit flew off to, right?]
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