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Meisha: fine okay i look like my mom-

ㅤ ㅤ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ "There's a lot of history behind it that I'm willing to elaborate, but I can tell you're not interested in listening to anyone about it~" She prefaced before looking over the accumulation of chocolate that was being over to her. "Are you sure I can have these? There's so many--" she remarks, yet she was eyeing a few pieces already. Not out of greed - she just loves chocolate. The morality of eating the chocolate that was meant for someone else is another can of worms that should or shouldn't be opened, but it's his chocolate, and it's his call to decide what happens to them.

        “Ah, I shouldn’t let a little cold like this bother me.” Lacie was being her usual stubborn herself.

        SHE WAS PLANNING TO get home as soon as possible but she was walking on the road to hypothermia once she was more exposed to the cold. “But… it’s wiser to warm up before I go—can you show me where this place is? I’m not familiar with these surroundings.”

Scathach is not one to pay mind to people she sees as incapable, true warriors interested her- given that, people that lacked courage were amongst the ones she despised the most. Admittedly, she’s…a bit too much, in comparison to most she ends up fighting anyway- they’re very rarely able to pose a challenge or have enough appeal to even train, once you’ve trained the best, you grow bored of those lacking. Suffice to say, she’s bored. In general, fights to the death don’t happen as much anymore, anyway and she can’t even die now…so. The thrill’s gone out the window.

So, when one is bored, the best thing to do is go for a drink. Scathach finds her eyes drawn to the shadows as she weaves through the streets expertly, confident that no harm shall come to herself, no matter how drunk she may be in the end. Instead, she finds trouble found someone else, admittedly, she could jump in to save her, but something held her back for a second to observe. This man would be no threat, but this woman…she seemed strong willed. Someone worth knowing, even if she’s not much a fighter herself. That’s rare.

So, naturally, she approaches. A hand resting on the man’s shoulder, her grip like iron seemed to be enough of a threat to send him packing, before her gaze returns to the woman in front of her. Beautiful. Medb would like this one or rather, be incredibly envious of her and view her as a rival. “…Do you have a weapon? It can be dangerous going out alone if not. You’re fine, though, right?” Mainly, she’s asking about the weapon to see if the vibes she sensed were…you know, right- but also to determine if she should walk this woman home before she goes out drinking.

( @aesthetiquement​​  || scathach )

ㅤ ㅤ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ This wouldn’t be the first time, to be honest. It’s just one of the common pain points of being as beautiful as she was - you attracted desireable people, and you attracted undesirable people just the same. The frequency of the latter hinders her ability to appreciate sight-seeing at an hour like this. Yes, she can defend herself just fine - she has a dagger hiding inside her skirt, but that’s not the point here.

She was so close to clenching her fists and assuming a stance that was ready to show someone a lesson or so, but to her surprise, she didn’t have to go that far. Someone else did the favor of intimidating the hindrance into leaving. Speechless at first, but then she was spoken to.