From behind Stella puts a hand in Kotone's hair, strands weaving through her fingers. A touch that could remain this almost gentle brush or turn to a fist ripping at the scalpe. All depending on Stella's mood. It turns to a light tug as Stella only pulls her hand through, walking past as though nothing happened. Leaving with only a warning behind. "You better watch your back from now on, Kotone." @bullyberry
Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes. [ accepting ]
When fingers tangled into her hair, there was an uncomfortable feeling that crept up her back. Her shoulders tensing for a moment as she mentally prepared herself for whatever Stella had in mind. Because of course it was Stella. There was not a single friend of hers that would so casually run their fingers into her hair like that. Not without asking first at any rate...
Was this going to be another fight? Was she going to try and rip her hair out by the ponytail?
The thoughts danced around in her head as she waited, her hands gripping into fists in case she needed to defend herself again.
But when the moment passed with only a slight tug, and Stella's vague threat hung in the air, she was mostly relieved. Stella could say whatever she wanted. Even with the giant target that she'd just painted on Kotone's back, she wasn't the biggest problem at this school.
That doesn't mean that she wants to fight her again. If she had to, so be it, but more than anything she just wanted Stella to go away. But since she seemed so intent on making Kotone's experience at this school a miserable one, she wasn't about to hold back either.
"... Guess you've got nothing better to do than to bother me now, huh?"
