Her eyes flick to him, curious. It figures he would arm himself to come out here, but that doesn't seem like the best weapon to use when you couldn't tell what your opponent was. Not that she could talk. And not that she will talk, not unless she's forced to. The less people that have to witness Syo and her bloodlust up close, the better.]
Of c-course not! [Hissed, exasperated. As if she would ever. Though, if perhaps Byakuya-sama were to arrive, this would be the safest place to keep him. He'd be most grateful to her, and she could fetch him meals and come dote on him in peace and quiet, just the two of them, forever, and ever, and ever.
But now is not the time.]
Let's just...crack the door open and look.
[Yet as she approaches, she realizes something is deeply amiss. There, on her doorframe. A vibrant knot of a plant, antithetical to the stale dead zone of her old dorm. Mistletoe, complete with a giggling sprite waiting in the wings.]
What? [She gasps, nearly backing into Callisto as she draws away.] Even h-here?!
[HOW DID THAT LITTLE SHIT GET ITS STUPID PLANT IN HERE? If the earlier noise weren't something so obviously loud and clumsy, she might blame this bastard sprite for the whole shebang.
actually delays fight scene because life is short and I want a smooch
Her eyes flick to him, curious. It figures he would arm himself to come out here, but that doesn't seem like the best weapon to use when you couldn't tell what your opponent was. Not that she could talk. And not that she will talk, not unless she's forced to. The less people that have to witness Syo and her bloodlust up close, the better.]
Of c-course not! [Hissed, exasperated. As if she would ever. Though, if perhaps Byakuya-sama were to arrive, this would be the safest place to keep him. He'd be most grateful to her, and she could fetch him meals and come dote on him in peace and quiet, just the two of them, forever, and ever, and ever.
But now is not the time.]
Let's just...crack the door open and look.
[Yet as she approaches, she realizes something is deeply amiss. There, on her doorframe. A vibrant knot of a plant, antithetical to the stale dead zone of her old dorm. Mistletoe, complete with a giggling sprite waiting in the wings.]
What? [She gasps, nearly backing into Callisto as she draws away.] Even h-here?!
[HOW DID THAT LITTLE SHIT GET ITS STUPID PLANT IN HERE? If the earlier noise weren't something so obviously loud and clumsy, she might blame this bastard sprite for the whole shebang.
This? This is just insult on top of injury.]