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"terrible thing luck, it's too fickle."
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LISSA STEPPED INSIDE THE ROOM, BUT NOT SOUNDLESSLY AS SHE USED TO. She couldn't help but let out a noise of displeasure when she landed on her bad foot, well feet, she was injured everywhere, or maybe not injured, but everywhere did hurt. Not to mention, the last thing she wanted to see was a poster with her picture on it with a wanted sign, as if that wasn't humiliating enough, the prize money was too low. She alone was worth more than that. Lissa pressed against her ribcage, that was the area with the most damage, she couldn't even breathe without having it feel like someone was squeezing her lungs. Lissa squeezed her eyes shut with pain, and felt a gloved hand on her mouth. She winced, internally.
"That is not how business should go." is all Kaz says, for a second his eyes scan her entire body, looking for wounds that weren't superficial and could cause more damage internally, "Don't say a word, grab those paintings and follow me out. Keep your head down, don't let anyone recognize you."
"Will you get your damn hand off me," Lissa pushes him off, she didn't know where that anger came from, he was right to yell at her... wasn't he? But it was like her insides were buzzing and everything was just too loud. Things made her feel hurt more than usual, "This is not how you greet someone."
"Next time you want to be greeted make sure you can at least stand straight," Kaz said just as roughly, "You manage to get yourself into trouble time and time again, what have I told you? If you're not careful, you're dead."
"Well, I should be," Lissa said before grabbing a bag and shoving as many of her clothes as she could in it, "Are we going to be at the tomb?"
"There's a stop we have to make first."
"Of course there is." Lissa grabbed her bag grumpily, slung it on her shoulders and made her way out of the room being as quiet as she could. She probably looked like hell, maybe that would scare people off if they tried anything.
Kaz stood in the room with his lips pursed, closing his eyes so he doesn't burst with anger before following her out. The siblings walk in complete silence, well, Kaz does, Lissa couldn't help but let out small puffs of air because of the pain she was in, and Kaz doesn't look back at her. Not this time. Both of them didn't know what they were angry at, Kaz had arrived in front of her many times bloodied and bruised and Lissa had cared for him, made sure that no matter what the only thing to touch his skin remained a wet cloth and yet Kaz couldn't do the same for her, his body would not allow him to.
"You hired him?" Lissa said as they stepped inside the building that their demolitions... expert(?) would be in, along with the rest of the crows.
