One, Two, Three (The Roleplay)

They were on the train as night fell and Ferris was sitting by the window, their luggage by their feet.

 

His arm was over her shoulder and he spoke quietly.

"Alyssa is 19," he told her. "She has one more year of school before she becomes a journeyman. She's... she's brilliant, Fleur. I think you're really going to like her."

 

"She's going to love you too," he assured her. "Duh."

 

"I know my sister," he told her playfully, stretching his arms.

 

He considered it for a moment.

"About another day or so," he said apologetically. "She's far away from me. I can't have her close."

He paused before taking the chip from her fingers with his teeth.

 

"You don't seem to mind a lot," he replied playfully.

 

"I'm serious, Princess. You're into a guy who you met during a theft."

 

"Well, I need to know who you might leave me for," he said reasonably. "Know thine enemy, you know?"

 

"I wouldn't say that so hastily, Princess. You already have doubts."

 

"Shh," he hushed her, shaking his head. "None of that."