#coriignis 02.

    “ you've got opinions, man, we're all entitled to ‘em; but i never asked. ”

      Around her mouth cycled a hand that pretended to wield lipstick betwixt dainty digits. Puckered lips professed to be coated in that newly "applied" cosmetic, despite the action being purely for show. The burgundy coloration she normally donned was all the more noticeable with how her lips protruded outwards, expanding and closing amidst Bon's theatrics. Audio would be hot in pursuit as the smacking could not be complete without faux kissy sounds.

      ❝My, my. How the mighty tumble towards their terrifying tragedy!❞ Bon avowed, throwing her head back as one hand splays itself across her collar. The other limb is cast out, palm open to the elements before her. ❝How I relished consuming the dedication upon your face as my shots introduced themselves to you!❞

      Their leave from Inkopolis Tower was more than enough clarification; the two had stumbled upon each other in a fated encounter. The victor... well, they were more than happy to enunciate the fact. The square would be home to her cacophony, albeit the only audience to her histrionics was one who most definitely didn't desire her display. Of course, what he craved meant very little to the prowling shark---she circled him as they vacated the premises for the night. She bounced backwards on the back of her heels, keeping her head on him at all times as her body encased him in its springy cycling.

      ❝I feel as if I should have been kinder. Perhaps caress your cheek gently as those tears stream down your face. If I had promised to be more gentle, would you have cried for me?❞

      They hardly make it to the square before she stops in front of Liev, hands resting on large hips as she bent forward with a smirk. ❝Oh, but I am too harsh, aren't I? After all, you are a rank beneath me; it was to be expected.❞