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“Kheĭ, ti! You! Why do I remember you?!” Then it came back to her just as quickly. “I met you, 2015! Long ago, have you been hiding from me?! Right…no, you were jackass. Are you still a jackass?” Her accent and broken english rising and falling like waves in the ocean.
He laughed when she referred to him as a jackass. His shoulders lifted up into an innocent shrug, a smirk resting on his features. “I’m not really doing a good job of hiding now, am I?” he responded to her, noting that her broken English was still strong as it had been when he met her. “Are you still chasing after people with music?”
The majority of the sex she’d had in her life was not in a bed. She’d had sex in trees, roadside stops, being a climber in some of her acts, getting up in a tree was a way to get some privacy if it was a good tree with nice branches it was even better than the ground. Not just trees though. Fields too, ditches were good, an abandoned house in any baltic region they were rolling through as like a honeymoon suite.
So she answered to the best of her ability, “No! Who? What does a bed have to do with performances?!”
So agitated, like a hyper wombat.
She was like a walking magic shop. Sounded like a chime came from somewhere too. Might have been a jingle bell in her gloves...might, probably, was, is.
Roddy was very basic with her facial expressions, showman like in her attempts to exude exactly what she wanted to get from the crowd that same showmanship had taken over her real life. That, that…or she was very genuine and easy to read. Your guess is as good as anyone.