EAT THIS.

       “ Apologize! “

  “I ain’t...Oof. I ain’t gonna apologize for anything! Get off!”

  “What what are you--”

His eyes widen as she grows closer, and he yelps as she yanks on his face. Hands fly over hers, trying to yank her off.

SHE WAS ABSOLUTELY appalled at his display, small hands clenching into fists. How dare her.

A SUDDEN SHIFT in her personality came along. Her, a drag? What did he know? They had just met and he was already calling her boring. Features would twist into an obvious pout, hands swiftly finding themselves on her hips. She was fun–or she knew how to have it.

Kasimir lets out a loud, obnoxious yawn as she speaks, tilting his head back to press against the wall.

       “ I would hope not. Then, I’d have to kill you and that’s messy. “

  “Yeesh, you’re kind of a drag.”

SHE HAD CAUGHT that small flash of fear on his face, resisting the urge to bring forth more of it. It was the next set of words, or how they sounded, that made her shudder a bit. Why did it seem almost–disgusting? Eryka wasn’t sure and at this point, she wanted to end the conversation.

He squints for a moment, a frown coming to his face. Yeesh was she a drag to talk to.

THE URGE TO simply knock that pipe out of his hands and snap it beneath her foot was growing, but she restrained herself. That was not something ladylike to do and infighting with prohibited. She knew every single rule well, as well as adding some of her own to the mix.

  “What are you gonna do, tell on me?”

Actually...Maybe he shouldn’t give her that idea. She’d shake his head, wiping that slight look of fear that had taken over at the thought.

A MILD FLUSH of color came to her cheeks at the word ‘sweetheart,’  simply trying to brush it away with an even deeper scowl towards him. Her prejudice towards him was starting to grow more into concrete proof with his behavior, inhaling again.

  “Too cheesy,right? Sorry. But my best work is reserved for someone. I’ll come up with something nicer, though.~”

THE MERE LOOK he was giving her was enough for Eryka to deduce exactly what kind of person he was. Perverted, flirtatious, most likely lazy as well. Features would contort into a frown as her almost natural ability shifted–picking out his voice amongst the billions of reishi particles in the air.

Slowly stretches his arms above his head, before returning to a moe slacked position, while yawning. As if he really had anything to be tired about...A soft left exited his lips as he continued to stare at her.