[ stolen alcohol still running through her blood, zarina's mind begins to wonder what exactly the man does when he's keeping himself occupied in glenvale. there's working on his rifle, target practice, going to sleep, catching a view of the stars, drinking to your hearts content — it's a more accommodating place compared to the likes of the meat factory where the pig resides.
of course she immediately replies back to him. ]
Like what? It can't just be working on your rifle or drinking.
[ zarina is a journalist. of course she desires details that aren't written down, being kept hidden through secrets and whatnot. it's what got her into this mess in the first place. ]
no subject
of course she immediately replies back to him. ]
Like what? It can't just be working on your rifle or drinking.
[ zarina is a journalist. of course she desires details that aren't written down, being kept hidden through secrets and whatnot. it's what got her into this mess in the first place. ]