Primadonna Life, the rise and fall

Sayaka Maizono, or, rather the ‘Super High School Level Idol’ stood before the gambler. Red hues innocently blinked, a smile curving her pale lips. A while it had been, since she had seen the joyous bluenette pop-sensation; although, seeing her now didn’t arise any lingering excitement one would usually get from seeing a so-called friend.

"… Maizono-san."

Rather than greeting her with a ‘hello’, she only said her name; a smile kept on her lips the entire time. She wasn’t afraid of the idol, nor was she exactly fond of her— but she of course didn’t have a problem, of any sort with her. A confusing maze was the blackette’s mind, one that not even her own self could figure out.

"How are you faring, on this lovely evening?" An idea popped into her head, her lips parting to open and speak once more. “If you’d like, you could sit down and we could endure a cup of tea together.." A rare act coming from her— but somewhat matching her obscure character. It would have been (in her mind) to be mercilessly drinking her tea infront of someone, without at least inviting them— but that was just her.

The gambler spoke with words dripping in venom. Every slight curl of her lip, every subtle twitch of her finger, even the air around her all compiled into one great enigma that was Celestia Ludenberg. Even Sayaka would admit she felt something strange, indescribable, when standing near the lolita. But she would hold fast to the smiling mask she always did, playing the part of the naive idol and pretending not to notice the spikes beneath her cotton voice. 

In a way they were kind of alike. Standing there with plastic smiles hiding mysterious caverns underneath, of which would never be explored by an outside force, not in such light circumstances at least. But there was something scary about Celes, and not just her interest for gothic decor. Something... cold. Rotten. A single black rose wilting in the dark, thorns protruding from a convoluted stem and covering everywhere you could see. You'd get pricked if you so much as went near. Even a look was enough to feel the sharpness of her personality. 

"I'm doing fine, thank you."

It wasn't until Celes had extended her invitation to tea did Sayaka's smile falter. It flattened into a small, curious line, and the idol's head dips to the side to complete the image. 

"Tea?" A pause. She stares into the other's eyes, two flames of crimson red shining behind sharply-cut bangs. Then she softly snaps back up, that smile returned and hands clasped together.

"Thank you, Celes-san. I'd love to!"Of course inside she was questioning the other's motives, but on the other hand Sayaka thought it might be fun to get to know one of her female peers a little better.

"I don't get many chances to drink tea... I'll bet you make the best."

"Ah... Hello there."