A sigh escaped Taylor "it's really on my end, just lessons. You'd never guess how many mobsters get handsy however." She attempted to cover for herself, scarlet hair a good way to hide briefly flushed cheeks given positioning. "Don't know anyone around yet and given my reputation going to be more chances to meet those who shouldn't be a friend." News around had been that she didn't want to get to absorbed in thug activities or hits if it could be helped. Her lineage made it however where the only people she could really reach were those she detested. "Learning archery would be better."
With a gesture toward the arrows and a look to Larry the dog went off to fetch the arrows stuck to the window. Bringing them back to her though that also meant a coating of drool. "Ew" the redhead remarked looking to brush such off on Drake's shirt as opposed to having to use her own if it could be helped. "Swear I won't smack you around to much just consider where hands are please." She notched the retrieved arrow and proceeded to take aim again. Aiming for the center of the head of the billboard beyond the window she used as target practice. Did her best to try and relax far as she was concerned she was missing and it was starting to annoy her.
"So need a less awkward topic, was Larry just the want for a dog or is there a story there." Eventually she figured she probably should set her room up and go buy the essential. She for the moment though still wanted to just spend a bit longer trying to know who she'd be living with.
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