chixie meets another lowblood / or maybe a midblood / close enough that her guard doesn’t go straight up like it would with a highblood she sizes them up fast / instinct / a survival reflex / but this time her posture’s not sharp / it’s curious / cautious / maybe even hopeful “you look like you’ve seen some shit / or maybe caused some” / her voice has that half-joking edge / but her eyes don’t flinch

they talk / swap stories like battle scars / about busted clubs / stolen lyrics / and how hard it is just to be out here chixie lights a cigarette / takes a drag / blows smoke between the words like punctuation / “guess you’re not another bootlicker / nice” she leans in / not too close / but close enough to show she’s not here to compete / just connect / maybe collab / maybe cause trouble

by the end of it / she’s tapping her boot like a beat / already building lyrics in her head / inspired just enough to forget the weight of the caste for a minute “if you’re ever near outglut again / drop by” / she shrugs / like it’s casual / but there’s something real in her voice “just don’t sell out / or i’ll roast you in verse / no mercy” / she grins / a rare flash of teeth / the kind that means you’re cool in chixie’s world