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[howling_laugh]

Coyote leans up against the bar. It's quite warm in Sedona, even on a clear night like tonight. She's wearing a skirt that comes inches within violating a bar rule and high-heeled sandals.

She's smoking, and smiling.

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[howling_laugh]

"You can," she pants, holding very still.

"But then you would have no one to fight. And what good would Raven be, without Coyote?"

[creator_raven]

He huffs out a breath, sharp and sudden.

The tails of his coat flutter in a nonexistent breeze.

And then--

"Mostly, I think, not so much good at all, yes?"

He existed before they met.

It was--messy.

[howling_laugh]

"No good at all," Coyote replies, regaining some of her bluster. She adjusts her stance, trying to get more stable, but not pulling away from him completely. Her eyes are still narrowed, but with caution, not anger.

The 'breeze' doesn't touch her. She still feels overheated from when she came in. This little escapade didn't improve things.

[creator_raven]

He huffs out another breath, eyes closing.

Relief? Regret?

Who knows.

"So. It is not so much a surprise, this."

[howling_laugh]

"It never surprises me when you are stupid," she tells him. "Only how you choose to express it." Coyote gives a little shimmy, hoping to extract herself from his grip.

You know, just in case.

"Do you feel a continuing need for violence, or may we sit again?"

[creator_raven]

Raven's smile quirks, half crooked and only half genuinely amused.

"Sitting is, I think, not so bad. If you are not for hitting me again, yes?"

If she does, he makes no promises.

Not that he would anyway.

It is a thing.

He'll let her go in a minute. Really.