𝓲ᵗ'ｓ Δ ｃỖ爪έｄ𝓎 !

❛ yee - zus ! gosh, what’s that smell ?! ❜ a high - pitched howl escapes from the depths of her churning stomach, distorting her face in utter disdain. reacting swiftly, thumb & index finger form a barrier over her nose, battling the repugnant fishy odor that assailed her senses the moment he was poised by her side. the roster of offensive scents her stomach can endure is lengthy, but seafood has never been part of that repertoire. then again, there's always the chance that she's indulging in a harsh touch of theatrics.

❛ i’ve been eyein’ you from the plaza for a bit. you & that long face of yours. ❜ she shapes her greeting with a nod toward the cold structures behind, words soaked with a streetwise charm. the weight in the atmosphere, the palpable sadness reflected in the gazes of observers, acts as a compelling force drawing her in, a gravitational pull to which she willingly surrenders. she acknowledges the unsaid truth within the vast expanse of human existence: companionship is the beat that sustains the heart whilst facing a harsh & unforgiving reality. a face marred by strife always beckons for her to shoulder the weight.

❛ i’m just sayin’⏤ ❜

❛ hey, leggo ! ❜ she writhes against his relentless grip. yanked from the cocoon of her cell only to be thrust into a world of false allegations— a stark contrast to anything resembling civility. for fifteen days she had refrained from instigating chaos or even glimpsing beyond arkham's towering confines in a bid for a potential escape. yet, his arrival marks a condemnatory spectacle, attributing her misdeeds she wouldn't deign to fathom. the purported schemes, as portrayed by the media, were devoid of class, glitter, & fun. they were being pinned on her, nonetheless, who ( upon his entrance ) was found calmly crafting an axolotl in the freezing common room.