Loly wasn’t hard to read. She normally wore her feelings out on her sleeves–as the phrase went–unlike yourself. When she was angry, you could normally tell. When she was afraid, nervous or upset–you could normally tell. Not this time, however. She was being somewhat aloof in her actions; surprisingly you weren’t against it.
With another chuckle you turned away from her, and lifted a few slender digits to scratch at the side of your neck.
“–Keep that wonderful hotht crap to yerself,” was what you said in reply. “I meant my livin’ quarterth, babe. Thith ith bothth man’th territory, ath ya’th know, but I live here too. Tho it’th technically my plathe ath well. Get it?” You motion for her to follow you before beginning to walk away.
before he even had a chance to finish his sentence, her lone eye rolled--
❝ i was being sarcastic ! ❞
loly huffs before she follows after him, her onyx twin tails falling over
shoulders as she made her way down the hallway. there was a distance
that she kept between them, mostly because she was staring into all of
the open rooms. the thirty third didn’t really care if he saw, but she didn’t
like to be watched while she was being nosy.
her hands came to clasp behind her back, chest pushed forwards
a bit. it was a habit-- to flaunt her limited assets in the presence of
others. it was only when she was around other arrancar that she
walked proudly.
❝ i bet i’ll be the first girl in your room-- how exciting ! ❞
there was that sarcasm again.
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