it burns like heroin :: open

[marissa]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color:black"]A pessimistic persepective was something Kade frequently carried, so Marissa couldn't say she was expecting a positive answer. Still, she released yet another sigh at her comments, however a more audible one this instance. She flicked her gaze down at the huntress, eyeing her momentarily. "Mhmm..." Marissa purposely drew out the hum to include emphasis. Her dark brown eyes lifted to look into Kade's blue ones. "No breaks, she says, while she's on a smoke break." Unless laying on the steps was part of her master plan, Marissa knew that was incorrect. That, and Marissa was self-aware that she was interpreting Kade's words too literally, just to mess with her a little. She raised up a finger, only to point it at herself. "If you think this is how I am worked up, then you'll be in for a real surprise one day..."

Marissa didn't know if she'd consider herself worked up. Various thoughts were clouding her head, although they made her feel more concerned than upset. Kade's occupation as a demon hunter brought obvious dangers, but it was actually Kade's solitary condition that stemmed Marissa's solicitude. Without distractions, the mind wandered, occasionally within areas that should've been left untouched. Harrowing memories were weaved into Kade's drive and desire to hunt; as such, Marissa wanted to be her temporary distraction.

The werewolf's shoulders lifted into a little shrug. "I can't say you're wrong. Murdering someone does set off a mighty impression." It wasn't like Marissa could speak much about that, though. Kade was a living example that she tended to associate with unique but kind of terrifying people. "Maybe I'll try it next time I move. Who knows." This time when she spoke, her words dripped with sarcasm. Marissa had it in her to deck someone upon first sight, but she wasn't so sure about killing. That was just kind of extra.

One of her hands reached out to the redheaded hunter. Gentle fingertips lightly pressed against Kade's shoulder in a reassuring manner. "If that's what you say," Marissa responded in a calm tone. She wasn't going to force Kade to express herself. She had enough trust in her friend that she would tell if something was wrong, at least eventually. Marissa slid her hand off of Kade and pressed them against the wood of the stairs, using a little bit of force to push herself up. The brunette was quick to turn around once on her feet so she was able to see Kade again. "Not that you asked, but I'm doing alright too. But you know what would be better? If we got off these damn stairs." Her suggestion was a joke for the most part, but the feeling of the wood digging into her skin was actually starting to produce small aches.

"Jeez, Kade." In the few moments Marissa paused, a teasing smile made way to her face. "Can't you find a couch to rest on or something? Like a normal person?" Then again, the closest couch was probably inside the house, which may or may not have contained a dead body. So much for being generic. Marissa extended one of her hands, holding it out for Kade. "Come on. We're leaving before you give yourself some nasty back problem."