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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 18, 2017 13:12:36 GMT
2:30, wake up, skrt up in the lobby, then proceed to flee. For those of you of the common folk variety, this meant that Kimura woke up at 2:30 am, his sleep cycle savagely destroyed by a phone call. Who the fuck keeps getting his number? At least this time it might've been worth it, old friend that didn't quite get on his nerves as much. Assuming he hasn't changed much since he's seen them, although something told him that things really hadn't changed at all. From that rude awakening, the young man got dressed and left his house without much of a second thought.
As he 'skrted' to the lobby, it was a simple walk rather than what the onomatopoeia entailed. Usually, you'd have a car to make that sound, but Kimura wasn't at that stage in life to be reckless enough to buy one. Maybe soon, the future was still bright and there was much to get done, even before the year ended. Either way, entering the ground floor of the gang headquarters, he wasted no time there. It was just a bunch of tough guys and retards who would simply ruin his night. Everyone had a question for him somehow, like where to sell or how to get people to back off your territory.
Gave absolutely no fucks about these kinds of things, they weren't his problem. As such, the socialite fled from the lobby, hastily climbing stairs. A fit young man such as himself easily placed his long legs a step or two above the one directly ahead of it. The second floor was far quieter, exactly where he'd stay once he was here, being able to look down on everyone else. There wasn't anyone stopping you from being here, but most new recruits assumed there was something important going on upstairs. All those extra rooms, unused around this time unless someone wanted a 'private party' for whatever reason.
At this time, Kimura made his way to the bar stool he'd always sat at, although the bar was emptier than before. With the death of the bird came the death of bird-tinis and bird-cocktails, a true travesty. Fittingly, you could still remember him and the sound of his voice, they were turning it into a shrine of sorts. First solo digimon of nightmare to lose his life protecting their honor, may he be at peace wherever his data had gathered. Odd to mourn the loss of one digimon at the reunion of another. These were the times they were in, however, this is just what they had to deal with.
No one was guarding the liquor cabinet, although someone may have already taken its contents. Hard to say until you open it, but maybe right now wasn't the time for drinks. Wait for the company first, then pour the drinks, that's how a good host did. Even more concerning was had it been worth it to get drunk on a school night? It was already far late at night, once he'd gotten home and rested properly, he'd probably wake up in the middle of third period. Really need to cut out missing days from school, it won't look well to be put on academic probation. |
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Post by Vivianne on Oct 18, 2017 20:22:10 GMT
The bright artificial white light flowed from the hallway into the bar, acting as a backlight to the tall, slender figure that leaned against the doorway's frame. It bathed her contour, blurring the edges of her silhoutte with a hint of mystery. A pair of shining, large blue eyes blink, scouring the darkness for a familiar face.
High heels click against the wooden floor as the figure approaches, her outline slowly taking shape in the darkness. Whatever it was, it looked female. Could've passed as human, if it weren't for the ridiculously oversized hat and hands. She sashayed towards her target ostentatiously swinging her hips, lips curved upwards in a mischievous grin.
Vivianne leaned forward, placing one elbow on the tamer's shoulder so that she could in turn rest her face on her hand. "Ki~mu~ra", came her sultry, raspy voice - almost like a slow purr. Her free arm wrapped under his, crimson claws softly scratching under the human's chin. "It's been so~o long", she cooed. "You have no idea how much I've missed you." She gave his jaw one last flick and then plopped herself on the stool to his right, leaning sideways with one elbow resting on the counter. The witch's placed her left hand on the counter, claws idly tapping against the flat surface. A quick smack of her lips. "You look... Different. Mightier. What have you been up to, mhm?" |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 19, 2017 2:57:50 GMT
Someone was coming near him, or at least where he'd sat, but not from the ground floor. They had to have been waiting there, exactly whoever called him. The voice was recognizable, but it was best to put a face to it rather than keep guessing. In this situation, it hadn't helped him much in sight of what came out from the hallway. The young man hadn't been facing her fully, head turned to the side to see the large red hat that crowned her head. It wasn't exactly a woman, but a digital replica of one, outside of the sense of style, the forearms & hands, the general strength for this sleek physique.
This wasn't a digimon he'd grown fond memories of, if he managed to have any of them at all. Almost felt like a introduction rather than a reunion, but there had to be some explanation. Digimon do grow, although its hard to say what their predecessor had been originally. These changes were so volatile, most took quite a while to manage to make them anyway. One thing never changed though-- they always retained their personalities throughout it all. Just saying his name was not enough, there needed to be some sort of tell of just who this was.
With her elbow on his shoulder, the young man didn't relinquish his position, although she was now in his personal space. Something was strange about the way her nails scratched his skin, a bit of nostalgia. His mind saw it as something that happened habitually, which meant he must've allowed for it before. From who, though, that was the question all this lead up to. From the moment he woke up in the middle of the night to this odd, intimate on a bar stool with some forgotten stranger. No matter what was said, the same result came up to him, given the amount of time he'd bothered to spend with many others.
Kimura didn't start a routine of avoiding most other gang members recently, having always loathed the dipshits and cockgobblers this place attracted. But, the actual digimon themselves weren't like that, very few had been stupid enough to bother him. They mostly kept to themselves unless you reached out to them, simply because they didn't feel included to begin with. Outside of being used as entertainment, partnerless digimon in nightmare simply served whatever role they felt like. Of course, if you keep it around yourself for most of the time, it'll most likely get attached, just as this one did. The image surfaced, one not of this red-leather clad witch but of a small, mammalian, bean-shaped creature.
Honestly, all this thinking tired him more, it'd been time to wake himself up with a few drinks. Just a quick cup to remind him he couldn't stay all that long unless she planned on coming with. Didn't need to be out until sun-up and then be truly exhausted, he could at least work out tomorrow even if he missed school. One of the many things she commented on once seeing him, his small changes in appearance. "I've always been hitting the gym. Might also finally have realized just how tall I am when compared to the average," Even moreso when compared to this digimon's lineage. Her child form hadn't gone much passed his ankle, even joking about its prowess as a simple 'anklebiter'.
So, this was the adult form. . . the name of the digimon still eluding him despite a very common theme being to start with V. Just needed to stall some time before he could finally figure it out from her continued mannerisms. New ones most likely formed as a result of the new body, but the old ones would still have a chance to resurface, possibly stemming from them. One good way to find out was to ask a common question, "Think Charlie has whiskey tonight?" The question felt a little hollow with the realization the dumb bird was gone, but that's just what happens. You get into the thick of some very dangerous things and see friends disappear without a second chance. |
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Post by Vivianne on Oct 19, 2017 10:03:42 GMT
The witch pressed her lips together, turning her smug grin into a warm, friendly smile. The human had seen past her new form and recognized her. Frankly, she had no doubt he'd be able to - he'd always had a handful of close friendships within the gang - a lone wolf of sorts. And who could've blamed him? Kimura was atop Nightmare's food chain, and the gang was swarming with bottom-feeders looking to get a head-start on climbing the ranks. Thankfully, he had taught most of those suckers to keep their distance while keeping those close around. Naturally, this tight group of individuals had only a handful of rogue Digimon in it. Adding everything up couldn't have been hard.
Vivianne clicked her tongue, and then tilted her head. Something she often did when reminiscing. How her old habits and ticks had adapted to her new form was strange, if not entertaining. It was hard to not picture a plump bean twisting half of its body, eyes lost in thought. "I guess you might've gotten taller. It's hard to tell, really - everything else seems smaller from up here." She covered her mouth with her large, red claw, hiding a soft chuckle - something not long ago she'd have done by awkwardly bending one of those stubby purple wings.
That question caught her off guard. Had he heard the news? There's no way he wouldn't have found out by now, right? The edges of her red lips curved downwards as she let out a defeated sigh. She stood up, her large claw sliding off the wooden surface to end at her side, and then started making her way around the counter. Facing the cabinet, back to Kimura, she lowered her head. "Charlie left quite a bit of whiskey behind, alright", came her voice, accompanied by a tinge of sadness. Despite their size and sharpness, Vivianne's claws managed to open the cabinet without causing damage to it. Index and thumb pressed two low-ball glasses together, causing the characteristic peal of crystal clashing with crystal to echo across the room. Her right hand rummaged around the drawer, eventually finding a large bottle filled with a golden brown liquid.
The digimon turned around on her heels, the large, black cloak that fell down her shoulders fluttering along her sudden motion. She dropped both glasses on the counterwith a flick of her wrist, which caused the two containers to glide barely an inch over the smooth surface. Sharp nails squeezed the cork, pulling it out the bottle's neck with a satisfying 'pop'. Then, she poured the translucent liquid into the glasses, filling each of them until half of it was full. Two large, slender fingers wrapped themselves around one of the crystal glasses, raising it as a toast to their fallen teammate before moistening her crimson lips with the liquor. |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 19, 2017 13:19:39 GMT
The image was coming into focus, slowly but surely, this was someone he spent a decent amount of time with. There were really only so many people with a V in their name here anyway, a lot of these digimon chose foreign names. All of those little quirks all lead somewhere, feeling far more confident in his guess of just who this had been. Much easier on the eyes now, mostly because he didn't have to look down to see who he was talking to. "More like everything is in proportion now, Vivanne," Finally, the young man managed to use her name with no second thoughts. Imagine he was wrong, that would really dampen the mood more than trying to mourn their fallen member.
As much as it stung to say, what they didn't need right now was to dwell on losses. They knew what they were getting into, Kimura was there with Charlie, although maybe not at the same part of the fight. There was something crazy strong about that digimon and he wasn't about to find out what it is-- not like he'd be able to find him. You can't say it wasn't a damn shame though, the way the whole thing went down. While she may have been surprised, the witch didn't decline taking out some alcohol, wondering if her tolerance changed. Previously, she was a bit of a lightweight, but it seemed all rookie digimon had that problem.
Just like rookie drinkers, digimon probably didn't have many options to make alcohol, hard to say if that was true. For some reason, they had the ability to get drunk in the first place, which meant they must have had the materials to make it. Just like how Japan had the materials to make whiskey, but not quite the knowledge they did in Scotland. However, some had gone to learn of the proper distillery techniques to use to produce a flavorful body from its own natural water sources. The bottle she brought out had the words 'Nikka Whiskey' engraved on its glass, being one of the more premier distilleries they could buy from. The glasses she took out to accompany their liquor were of the usual stock, except that they didn't have any ice.
It wasn't like ice was necessary, it was starting to get colder around this time of year. Not like the alcohol won't make him feel a bit warm as he travels back home later tonight. She filled the glass with relative ease, not fully but enough for them to enjoy and not feel too bad about life. They weren't gonna feel that miserable once they got to talking about something, slowly and sloppily raising his glass. Fatigue from the days work hadn't left his body, it didn't have enough time to. Clinking their glasses together, he made sure not to make too much noise, "Cheers. Nightmare all fucking day." With that, Kimura downed a significant portion of his drink before placing it back on the bar.
Taking a second to open up his mind, there were more than enough questions he can get to. Keeping his body open with hers, there was certainly a lot to take in. Although some of these digimon managed to take a human form, one would have to wonder why. Was the theory of intelligent design true if there were other creatures copying their methods? "So, when did this happen?" A simple question, at what point did this change come? She'd probably have more than enough of a story to tell, so he's just gonna sit there, drink his whiskey, and listen. |
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Post by Vivianne on Oct 19, 2017 17:40:25 GMT
As soon as the liquid slipped past her lips, Vivian furled her brow. She held the glass in front of her face, intently staring at it while sloshing the liquor inside her mouth as the burning sensation hit her taste buds. Had whiskey always been this... pungent? Perhaps this more mature form had heightened her senses. Raising both eyebrows, she nodded her head a few times. The smokey liquid ran down her throat, and then she smacked her lips and let out a satisfied "Ahhh".
One hand grabbed the edge of the furniture as she leaned back against it while the other absentmindedly swirled the glass, making golden waves crash against its crystalline walls. She gave one solemn nod at his remark. "Yeah. Nightmare", she added. Truth be told, Vivianne didn't care much for the gang itself. At first, it was a mean to an end - Tokyo was dangerous, with all the gangs, HYPNOS, and the sudden influx of Digimon running around. Being part of a gang ensured a minimum of safety. Despite the group being mostly made up of thugs and criminals, you could count on a fellow member to lend a hand in a time of need. Most of the time, at least. Nowadays, she found herself sticking to the gang mostly because of Kimura, so it was a good thing he'd returned.
His question made her shrug both shoulders. "About... two? Three weeks ago?" Vivianne downed the remaining whiskey with a long gulp. She trembled and shivered from the sudden, powerful impact it left in her tongue immediately after. Then, she leaned forward, her back and legs forming a right angle as she rested both shoulders on the counter. Joining her hands, she interlaced her slender claws so that she'd have a place to rest her chin on. "You know how sometimes you wake up feeling more... Alive? It was one of those days. I felt like picking a fight, so I took to the streets and went right at the first buster I saw. While fighting it just... sort of happened. It was a good thing the guy was a nobody, though. I'm still not used to moving around like this. Everything needs more... focus. It's a weird thing to explain." She shrugged again, tilting her head ever so slightly to the right. "But so far, I like it." The claws flexed, scratching at her backhand. "Mostly because of these. I always figured hands would be useful, but man, I can't imagine myself living without these anymore. Hah"
One index finger started moving up and down, tapping against one of her knuckles. "What about you, though? You've been away forever. I'm sure you'll have something interesting to share." |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 20, 2017 13:20:55 GMT
As he watched her, he could only notice how odd it was to watch some peoples reaction to drinking. Some couldn't handle the taste of alcohol, which was why they got more fruit-flavored drinks instead. Usually, that's what they got her unless it was some special occasion, didn't want to waste too much alcohol on rookie digimon. Kinda weird they let the bar be ran by one, but it's not like he didn't know his stuff. The young man hadn't touched his glass again after setting it down, not yet at least, trying to see where they were right now. He was perfectly fine, being healthy & young, but it was hard to tell if her body accepted it easily.
Her expression for their cheer didn't seem as enthused as Kimura's, but that was to be expected. Very few people had his fervor for being here, many of them were just confused as to what they wanted in life. Or they were societies infidels, like the dirt poor, the Koreans, and these digimon. There just weren't people recruiting anymore, if you walked through the door, you could find someone to validate you as a member. That was the crazy thing, if you asked the right person, they'd just say yes. Not like anyone's gonna pay attention to this, they're making a pretty good sum of money off this strategy, even he was right now.
Apparently, this evolution of her structure was rather recent, blinking in surprise at the thought. It's hard to say whether all digimon reach champion with time, no documented research to say if that happened. Usually, tamers find themselves enduring some challenge that forged their body, mind, and spirit to conquer. So, how did all these babies and rookies manage to do it if they had mostly stayed in headquarters? A decent amount of them did so, which might be why they never moved up the food chain. She still didn't seem used to it, needing to get a bit more experience moving around before it'd become more useful to her.
Tried to remain quiet during her little story, but it was still hard to hear between how she positioned herself and the sounds below. She wasn't speaking out loud, more of an intimate voice but he hadn't been close enough to make it work. He understood the gist of it, got into the fight, absorbed the data, gained the ability to digivolve since it met its requirements. At least, that was the idea from the tamagotchi games of old, unsure what other requirements one might need to raise a Tsukaimon to a Witchmon. At the end, he nodded, hearing her last comment about the finer points of her new form. "Congratulations. You're looking good, almost able to integrate into society. Except for, y'know, the ridiculous clothes and those huge hands," He teased her appearance, just as he had done before, just as she had seen by others in their gang.
Afterward, she wanted to know what he'd been doing all this time, not exactly an easy conversation. It was like he shut down for that time period, it was school & home on repeat with a few odd days in which he'd act like himself. Finally got sick of it one day and went back to what he knew; selling drugs, talking up women, causing fights. "Don't worry about that, it's all about what's happening going forward," Kimura wasn't a master of the deflection, but his skills were still growing. There was some truth to what he said, it mattered more what they were going to do, not what they had done. In the past few weeks, they've had quite a few members die due to the busters incompetence of handling their 'friend'. No body was happy about them getting their asses handed to them. |
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Post by Vivianne on Oct 20, 2017 19:04:09 GMT
The way he positioned his ears and squinted his eyes made it clear to Vivianne that her friend was having trouble listening to her explanations. She leaned forward, her abdomen sliding on the wooden surface. Placing both hands on the counter, she lifted her head, her upper body curving as if she were some sort of snake until their faces were just a few inches away from each other. Large, glowing cyan orbs stared into Kimura's eyes as she fluttered her large, golden eyelashes. He had always been handsome - at least, that's what Vivianne had always thought. But now, those eyes viewed him in a different light. Perhaps it was the change in physique, perhaps the fact that she hadn't seen him in over a year. Whatever had happened in that year, he didn't feel like talking about. It'd be better to take his mind off that topic.
Shifting her weight, the Digimon leaned on her left arm. Thankfully, the ridiculous size of her hand was enough to support her body in this position. She lifted her right claw, leaving two of her slender fingers pressed against the firm wooden surface. It started moving, walking around (if such a thing was possible for a hand), digits mimicking a pair of legs long legs. It strutted towards the boy, crawling up his arm and chest until both fingers were softly pressing against his sternum. Vivianne then pushed her crimson lips out, pouting, and cooed. "And what's going to happen going forward, hmm?" Her raspy voice dripped with malice. Cupping his chin with her index and thumb, the witch leaned further forward - so much that Kimura could feel her warm breath clashing against his ear. And then, she whispered. "You know I'm always itching for some good mischief..." |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 23, 2017 13:24:36 GMT
Right now, they were eye to eye, with very few inches separating them. She didn't learn about personal space yet in this new form, had she? When you're a rookie, people are okay with this because you either look cute or you're just a bit weird looking that they had to. He's definitely held her in his arms before, but if he had now, it'd be looked at differently. Usually, this was tense, but knowing what goofballs they all were, he took it in stride. As she kept staring, the young man simply picked up his glass and threw back the remainder of his drink.
For a second, she seemed to move away from him, only to return later. There was something different in how she did it though, taking her over-sized hand and making it its own body. You know the drill, the middle two fingers became the legs, index and pinky being considered 'arms'. In this equation, the thumb played no part, just something to ignore as the act went on. It took the long way up his arm, feeling his bicep before it curved down the shoulder. Probably a hard time getting over his prominent collarbone, but still made it to the middle of his chest.
She could probably feel the firmness of his pectoral muscles pressing against her fingertips, probably for the first time as well. Another first had been her attempt to wrap her fingers around his sharp chin. Now, where was she learning this? What kind of crowd did she hang around in his absence? As much as Kimura had been immodest and immoral on some aspects, this was a bit different. Sure, it's a girl, but it's a girl made of ones and zeroes, not entirely the same thing as cells and veins. Maybe he should be nice to her this once, it had been the first time she'd seen him in a year.
All she wanted was his affection, just like she'd seen him do for other girls. Why should she be treated differently, this is what she wanted. Her mouth right next to his ear, trying to tease and play with him. Within a sharp moment, his arm had extended to around her back, having had more than enough space to do so. Wrapping it around her, he'd quickly pull her close with the strength he'd obtained over the year. If she didn't resist at any moment, she'd be quickly and cleanly sitting on his lap.
Now, it was obvious he noticed her, but there was this odd social stigma about needing to make it obvious. Here they were, with him noticing her to what might just be the highest order of noticed. "Is this what you meant by 'mischeif'?" It was a question that made him sound drunk almost immediately, but that wasn't the case. They were playing a game essentially, trying to see which one of them would secede from the others touch. Maybe another first, very few times had Kimura decided that another persons affection was uncalled for. "Look, I just think a lot is going to happen. I have my plans and we'll see if you're a part of them. It's been a while since I've seen you prove yourself useful," A soft jab at her being, whether this new form was any kind of improvement had yet to be seen. |
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Post by Vivianne on Oct 23, 2017 20:45:22 GMT
A quick yelp escapes Vivianne's lips as her friend snatches her waist, but she doesn't resist. Her body quickly adjust to this new position, her lithe shoulders leaning against his chest while one claw loops around his back, crawling up his nape to toy with his hair. A heartfelt giggle slipped past her lips. She found herself dangling her legs back and forth. The two had always been on good terms, but right now she felt... strange. Giddy was perhaps the best way to put it. Those eyes looked at her in a way they did not before. "Well, that's one way...", cooed the witch. Her hips wiggled every so slightly as she shifted to lean her weight onto his arm. "... But you know me - how I live for chaos and mayhem." She bared her sharp fangs, staring him dead in the eye with those shimmering, cyan orbs of hers.
Her heart sunk a little once she heard Kimura utter his next words, and her quasi-human visage reflected that - eyebrows raising as lips curved into a sad pout. "You'd leave poor little me out?" Her voice sounded as if someone had just broken her heart. She stretched her right arm to the side, gathering her magic to summon a small sphere of dark energies, which promptly vanished into particles as soon as she closed her claw. Her eyes lit up for just a moment, glinting with pure passion, and her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "After all this time, I've finally tasted a bit of power." Her slender tongue ran through her pillowy, crimson lips. "I want more. I need more. I'm not going to get it picking small fights."
She tried to hide it, but her eyes betrayed both the adoration she had for her friend and the desperation she was currently experiencing. After all that time spent living in his shadow, as some sort of friendly pet, this was her chance to be viewed as more than that. As an equal. Without realizing, she bit down on her bottom lip from the sheer psychological pressure she was subjecting herself to. She whispered one last plea "Let me fight at your side. You will not regret it." |
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Oct 24, 2017 14:58:22 GMT
Her behavior was odd, maybe because she just didn't know how to behave in this situation. Someone she knew very well and spoke of very highly just easily pulled her onto his lap. Probably couldn't help but feel sorta special about it, no matter how many times you've seen it happen. Her new form was quite nice, the skin much smoother than the odd short fur of Tsukaimon. There were so many ways he could embrace her from here, but something told him she wasn't looking for that. She still spoke of those words, mayhem and chaos, as if their gang had a copyright on them.
Although she moved around a little to get herself just right, it didn't change how Kimura's body was. She was pretty light, probably a byproduct of being created through materialized data. Who could say what the structure of her internal composition was, how it was affected by things like gravity? She was a different being, as shown by her own demonstration of power after being politely turned away. This is what the young man expected from her, to try to prove herself to him as soon as possible. There was something cute about her insistence, like a child willing to follow.
Only made that much more sweeter was she begged him for it now. Y'know, with the type of person Kimura is, one person might consider this a form of harassment. All depends on what you view as too far and whether you believe the people he's charmed are consenting. Of course, it was hard to prove otherwise, but he couldn't help but view himself in this way when considering the way he felt. This shouldn't be as good as it is. There wasn't time to shrug it off, but delaying the answer was exactly what he was doing now.
After her change of tone, the young man turned his body to pour himself another glass, "Would you like one as well?" The start of the diversion, a question leading away from whether or not she'll join him. He already had the answer in his head, but this would be far more entertaining. There was so much to say before she could even begin to hear what it may sound like. "Vivanne, what exactly are your goals outside of that? Where do you see yourself at the end of the day? You're not gonna be like so many other girls, simply striving for a pretty boyfriend?" Believe it or not, there had been others asking to join him and the people he runs with. Sadly, none had any sort of potential-- that was reserved for the people he'd choose to ask. |
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Post by Vivianne on Oct 25, 2017 22:42:00 GMT
Despite the adult appearance of her new form, Vivianne's personality seemed to not have matured one little bit. She still guided her actions by her own sadistic whims, and nothing else. Perhaps that is why she liked Kimura so much. He was always calm and collected. What he asked of her might not always have been fun, but it always felt like it had a purpose. Even now, the man remained ice-cold despite the fact that she had been pretty much invading his personal space in a very obvious, teasing way for a while.
As soon as she was offered a second glass, her lips turned into a pleasant smile. "Mhm", she replied, nodding her head. Her arm reached out, crimson claws wrapping around her glass with a soft 'clink', and then she slid it over the counter until it was next to Kimura's.
His next question turned her smile into a soft chuckle, as if he'd asked something completely obvious. The witch's free hand rose briefly to cover her mouth as she laughed, and then returned to the wooden surface, digits drumming against one after the other it in quick succession. "My goal, dear," she started speaking as her giggling began to dwindle. "... Is to squeeze -" She clenched her hand into a fist as she said the word. "- out of this world all the fun and pleasure I can get. I live in the now, in the present. And, right now, being around you is both fun and pleasurable." Tilting her head ever so slightly to one side, she rose both eyebrows and pressed her lips together into a sardonic smirk. |
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