𝕬𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝕷𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖞 - [𝗞𝗮𝘇 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗸𝗸𝗲𝗿]

𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘵

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 — got the goat

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 𝐊𝐀𝐙 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐊𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 done his best to remain in utter silence as he walked side by side with Aleksa towards the winding markets filled with stalls of blossoming fruits, vegetables, fine silks and velvets and multitudes of cheap and fake jewels.

 Aleksa had made his efforts rather impossible. She ranted and raved the entire time, she drove off on tangents and gestured wildly as she practically hopped down the cobbled path. Clearly the goat had rejuvenated her attitude.

 Her heavy boots thudded louder than Kaz's cane as she refrained from tumbling down the steep hill that lead to the bustling marketplace and she threw a quick look over her shoulder, "Saints, Kaz. You're crippled, not dead, hurry up."

 He wondered for a moment if he could possibly get away with lobbing his cane at the back of her head, but even the Bastard of the Barrel had morals that he truly wished he could slice through. Thus the boy with a bitter gaze simply scoffed at her words, "It's a goat, Aleksa. Try not to get too excited, or attached."

 She paused, "Are you saying we can't keep it?"

 "Of course we aren't keeping it."

 "You kept Jesper."

 "Jesper can shoot a gun."

 Aleksa inhaled deeply and tossed her hair over her shoulder, a waft of blinding rose emanating from the tendrils that trailed down her back, "Then I'll teach the goat to shoot a gun." She clicked her tongue, "You let me keep Cas."

 Kaz scowled at the name of the bird and promptly ignored the sly grin prospering on Aleksa's pink lips. He hated the damn thing, "I told you to get rid of it, you didn't listen."

 "Funny how that keeps happening, hm?"

 He had caught up to her by this point, and the coat that drifted around his calves brushed against her as he leaned ever so slightly closer, "Don't think I haven't noticed your feathery friend tailing us."

 "He is a crow." Aleksa copied Kaz's actions, her nose mere inches away from his own, "We're his flock, try not to preen."

 Then she was off; though certainly not before glancing at the pale-blue sky as a symphony of caws rang out. Cas really had followed them; the slimy little bugger.

 Aleksa's grin had threatened to split her face once she and Kaz had finally reached the market; there were people flocking to and fro carrying baskets of fruits and vegetables and little bottles of heavy spice. The scent of cinnamon filled the air, along with the sweet and bitter smell of lemon and lime.