protagonist.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— This was a very strange conversation, no one would ever be able to deny that, but Evan was really enjoying herself. A little confused, sure, but she wasn't really one to question things too hard when a pretty girl was giving her attention. "Brrrrrr, mow," she responded, hesitantly leaning forward and nudging Nari with her forehead.

Yes, she was sort of asking her to continue playing with her hair. She supposed she probably could have just asked, but their feline game was pretty fun. It was also doing a wonderful job at distracting her from how beautiful Nari looked when her smile got that big.

She wasn't sure if she'd seen that, before now. She'd have to try harder to keep it there in the future.

Nari's bright smile grew into a laugh. A warm and sweet one. The strands in her fingers were dropped, removing the illusion of cat ears. But she could not keep her hands away, tousling through the softness. The butterflies in her stomach putting in as much overwork as the poor guys in her father's factories.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ Okay, who allowed you to be this cute? It's quite rude! "

But as chaotic the girl with the fey pact was, she knew when to stop being too much. She didn't want Evan feel used for her fluffiness.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ I don't think I was this happily laughing in a while, so thank you..."

@sourccndy asked; Her hands reach for the other woman, fingers delicately holding up a few of the fluffy strands of hair on Evan’s head, and a delighted smile spread over her face. “Now it looks like you have cute cat ears... can you meow or hiss for me??”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ— It was a good thing Evan had been paying attention when the other woman reached for her, but it didn't stop the way her heart sped up a bit. Nari wouldn't hurt her- she knew that. Probably. It was just leftover reactions from days long gone. She'd been about to ask what the other woman was doing with her hair when she spoke, and her cheeks grew a bit darker in response. Messing around with friends was still pretty new to her, and she was a pretty big fan of cats. Was this a compliment?

"Mrrow," she imitated, a soft and unsure smile on her face. She hoped it had been realistic enough. She sort of hoped that Nari continued playing with her hair, either way; it felt nice.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ Oh no...

...she was CUTE. Nari felt like an arrow hit her right through her chest, and it needed everything she had to not drop the strands, and instead topple over dramatically to hold her chest.

Her smile grew brighter, a bit more shy as cheeks were painted in a soft rouge. But how to react? Smush her face and cheeks in a fit of cute aggression? No... that was CERTAINLY not normal behavior.

@sourccndy sent: "Mhmmm... can I request a song from you? I don't know the name, but I can sing it? Or parts of it?" Her head was propped up on her folded hands as she asked. "I ask, because some bards I met were really... too snobbish to take requests..." Mostly those her family hired for balls, but those were already known far and wide.

How peculiar. Bards who refused to play requests? Wasn’t that in violation with the whole bard persona? A deep furrow formed between his dark brows while he ruminated this unorthodox, and rather controversial, conduct. He’d never rejected requests, except on those select few occasions when he was downright unacquainted with the song in question. He loathed to disappoint his admirers, but he could hardly play a song he simply didn’t know the notes to...

‘Really? Then, they were either too snobbish, like you said, or they weren’t very good... Frauds, unfamiliar with other songs but their own — you can hardly call yourself a proper bard with that attitude,’ Luran said, tutting in disapproval. ‘Request your song. Sing. Hum. Whichever makes you feel more comfortable. And I shall do my part; I shall try to decipher this nameless ditty of yours.’

The elf produced his violin from behind his back, he deftly laid the instrument on his collarbone — like he’d done thousands and thousands of times — and secured it between his chin and shoulder. He glanced up at her and eagerly flexed his nimble digits, conscientious in the placement of his fingertips on the fingerboard. Luran was always willing to showcase, to flaunt his musical prowess, and was more than confident in his abilities. Admittedly, he wasn’t the most famous of musicians, but he was decently well-known throughout Baldur’s Gate, which had been his home for the last several decades.

Nari sat up, raised her hands, directing the tune in her mind while she slowly hummed a rather joyous tune.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎❝ 𝄞 So when day turns to night... 𝄡 ” more humming where she forgot the text. 𝄞 Remember thiiiiis: ... 𝄡” while her singing was decent but lacked actual joy, this changed at the next lines, becoming louder and more passionate: ❝ 𝄞 I hope you die in a fire, I hope you die in a raging inferno of pain~ 𝄡 “

【-The Graveyard of the Dragons Blouse-】 & 【-Steampunk Coords-】