“I apologize for bursting y’ bubble, but I am indeed perfectly fine,” bakeneko speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, position still upon the ground until she decides to get up on her own accord. Ground most certainly a far better place than up in the air – in a tree or anywhere of high height. She wouldn’t get it, Yū assumes. Raise of an eyebrow, mocking having no immediate affect on him as soon enough he finally acquires the space to sit up, back most likely covered in loose leaves and blades of grass.

       “Though, y’ welcome.” Rub of back of head, shaking free leaves from strands of hair while jaw drops open in a wide yawn. “Took more effort than I expected to put out today…”

“ i did most of the work , y’know ... “ maybe too much work , considering they were both thrown out by her ridiculous strength. the harpy circles around him for a quick check up & then sits behind him with crossed legs , picking leaves & grass off of his back.

“ see ? i told you so ! “ the harpy smiles smugly , confident in her cooking abilities if not her landing skills. though the apartment did seem rather sketchy as it was worn down with the bare minimum of furniture & a harp of all things in the middle of the room ... she did take pride in it too.

                 ✭ ꙳ ⭒ ━ STAR. Not used to compliments? It made sense. Orion had observed it countless of times, be it with those close to him or strangers. The unknowing, often underlined with a mix of disbelief and belief that they weren’t deserving. As much as he was painted a dumbass━ he was neither blind or callous to the emotions of people around him. But, whether the same was the case with Ophelia he had yet to see. 

“That face is reaction enough, don’t worry ‘bout anythin’ else. Tho, I wouldn’t mind a lil smile.” Wrists still held within clasp, he rested his hands atop his chest. Forcing her to look at him wouldn’t do any good he figured, besides just because she turned her head didn’t mean she was hidden from his gaze. “If your happy, I’m happy━ except when you win a 1v1, then you can perish.” 

head turns down to face him again , there’s a faint remainder of red on cheeks but it’s definitely dulled. “ what’s that supposed to mean ? “ a finger digs into his cheek , wiggling it around a little as she pouts at him once her wrists had been released. wings adjust themselves behind her back , resting behind the back of the couch.

“ i hear you on that. “ ophelia nods , crouches down beside him so they’re closer. her gaze travels over his body , then returns to his face. what a scrawny looking guy , she thinks. when’s the last time he ate ? .... should she make him something for him to eat ?

                 ✭ ꙳ ⭒ ━ STAR. The wolf blinked kind of doltishly, unsure of what he should be expecting ( or what he expected in the first place. ) Was she blushing? Larger hands, fingers surprisingly soft still, grab onto her wrists to force her retreat as to look up at her once again. Like the rascal of a man he is, an almost impish smile grew onto tan features━ fangs bared boldly. 

“Ohohohoho, what’s this? Your not just red, your red-red; a li’l tomato head.” A smug titter bubbled eagerly from between teeth so shiny Chip Skylark would be proud. It was totally worth the risk of being yeeted across the room. But, maybe it wasn’t too late to ensure his ass’ safety. “It was your eyes and smile just now. Makes me feel snug as a bug in a rug.” 

though strong enough to resist him prying off hands from her face , she found herself staring back at him; skin still tainted a bright red. ophelia pouted , feeling the warmth spread onto ears; gently slapping his side with one of her wing.

“ be quieeeeet ! “ she’d whine. though she did consider throwing him off of her lap , a small fear of him being harmed in the process made her instead just lean her head away & stare elsewhere. he couldn’t hold her head & her hands simultaneously ! though her wrists were most likely small enough to be held in one of his bigger hand ...--