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  “ hmm starters - accepting

      A pout would find its way onto the young elezen’s features, soft and subtle yet not unnoticeable. She wasn’t a fan of difficult people (despite being one herself), nor did she appreciate those who withheld information. She is of half a mind now to simply walk away from the situation and find herself a better, possibly more informed and much more talkative resident of the island. All she wants to know was how to become involved with the island guard, or… whatever law enforcement individuals there were. These past days of sitting around, doing absolutely nothing were driving her to her wits end. 

     “By the twelve, must you be so difficult?” Alisaie finally says, arms folding over her chest as her eyes narrow towards the blond, “is my question really too difficult for you to answer, without being so…”

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DEFENSIVENESS : arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip // baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE : hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION : arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION : open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE : hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up // shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY : chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent / closed gestures // clearing throat // “ whew ” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer / marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

Lance stared at the man behind the counter. listening to the outrageous complaints with a pounding headache adding even more stress to the matter. 

He looks at the pizza that they gave him- and mind you that was a perfect looking pepperoni pizza. not too many pepperoni’s- not too much cheese- even though damn pizza could be an endless pile of cheese and he wouldn’t mind. It was a delicious looking pizza. and Hell if he wasn't getting paid he would eat it right in front of the customers face.

 That idea wasn’t getting too shabby when the blond male continued to blabber, finally Lance sighed and decided to reply.

   Despite all effort to prevent it, the tightened grip on his humanity had began to loosen dramatically at an incredible rate, resulting in the weakening of the bars that caged his little .. friend. Breathing hard as trembling digits clawed at the base of his neck, the majiri could already feel his other side beginning to rise; it tossed and turned, not completely awake, but awake enough to shift his slits into blackened scleras, activating his powers without consent. A groan filled the quiet air of sector six as unwanted information of unsuspecting passerbys poured into his head, overwhelming him. 

   “Too noisy -- gotta -- get outta here --" 

Extorting just enough effort to drag his legs along, the boy made his way to the closest shelter he knew to hide away from downpour of meaningless notions; Nina's house had been too far away, so Ultear's new home had been his only option. Once there, perhaps he'd be able to lock himself in a closet until he'd be able to get a grip. But once the house came into view, any hope of hiding his condition died -- due to a certain magi's rukh, containing the ayakaishi proved to be a more difficult challenge than first anticipated. He'd underestimated it and, therefore, lost.

Sen had been able to throw the door open, however falling immediately onto the floor, body unable to support itself as it broke out into cold sweated shudders. By then, his cheeks had been lined with dark, whisker like markings, as claws slowly began to sprout from his fingernails. Predicting there were only mere seconds before the fine line separating him from ayakashi and human blurred together, widened, pained eyes lifted to the ceiling, a poor attempt to hold onto his humanity a little longer.