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slender shoulders roll in an all too CARELESS shrug, enigma-like gaze tracing over the numerous papers. not yet finding understanding in Alula’s indulgence of HUMAN culture. it was almost sadistic, yet the negate’s innocence did lather her harbored affections for the race in a delicate blanket. SHE KNEW WHAT MUST COME, what must be done to save their own. long inked digits move over the foreign language– an art, Alula always said. ‘ I won’t apologize, you’re WASTING your time again.
she chuckled, light and free, her intentions nothing but pure, set to opposed by her charge’s indifference. pushing the papers aside, she stretched her legs outward, fingers pressed against into the fiber of the rug. a deep breath caught her smile, forcing a bit of the laughter to fall into her words. ‘ i’m NEVER wasting my time if i’m doing something i like... so, i’ll take that APOLOGY now. ‘
